Temple University School of Medicine - Skull Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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members of the Anatomy department viewed the flotsam and jetsam of dissection with a baleful eye and inevitably sought out the undissected for special attention. It was in these sessions that we fust met Dr. Jean Weston. By die conclusion of the first semester we found ourselves, under his guidance, armed with the colors of the rainbow, madly dashing up and down the CNS on a stenciled sheet of paper that ended up looking like a play-by-play record of an Army football game. When tfie smoke cleared, we had gained an inkling of the mysteries of the nervous system and a thorough inoculation of formaldehyde, if not the anatomy of the brain. The end of our sophomore year arrived, and we had completed neuro and visceral anatomy, histology and embryology. In out junior year we reviewed some of the special anatomy particularity useful clinically. Perhaps out professors were not impressed, but we feel as though we have learned much in all too short a time; that a little brushing up will clear the dull spots. We passed through the anatomy department during a year of change. Dr. Rtixby we remember for his special lectures to us and for his denouncement of Washington in general and New Dealers in particular. The newer members had only a brief period in which to cope with us. but surely Drs. Huber, Weston, and Pritchard will recall on occasion our humble anatomic efforts, and so our reputation will live on. 17

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JOHN F. HUBER. M.D. It was April I. 1943. The sign on the wall ir the entrance of Temple University Medical School directed all freshmen to room 603. where l)r. Pritchard and l)r. Roxby met us, the class of 1946, and admitted us to the study of medicine. We were young, some of us hardly more than high school age, and Dr. Pritchard warned us at the outset that medical school presented a strenuous task, one that we could not afford to shirk. I'm warnin' ya, I'll ask it to you ' became a threat that shook everyone’s composure. Dr. Pritchard embarked on our histological and embryological education with a quiz the second day that showed us the true nature of things. His row by row cross-examinations in lab became legendary as well as his question concerning the number of sperm per ejaculation. On the second day of our medical career, a tall, slick haired, sartorially perfect professor greeted us. This personable gentleman proved to be Dr. John (the Probe) Huber. From that day, he always appeared the same, at least within the range of normal variation of his solid-color neckties. Our introduction to the dissection lab was a solemn occasion, with at least two of our number attempting to emulate the host of silent observers. We first attacked the enemy’s rear and gradually worked him (or her) over until, at last, the extremities were divided among the victors for individual study. Weekly, the

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ROBKRT H HAMILTON. JR.. M.D. Dr. Saylor always met the chemistry class with a giand entrance through the side door of room 416. Seated in this room, we learned from the little giant the value of brevity and explicitness in answering exam questions, as demonstrated by Fred Becker one day. The chemistry lab was a beehive of industriousness, some of it spurious, with Dr. Saylor inconspicuously off to one side surveying, evaluating and mentally rec- Thought I'tj Jufci Mcv FtROur«n,Doc So Mom Ghirt Discovcries Mrde B Somc LucKy Rcoot ht CHEflllSTR V ording our efforts. His little tours were punctuated by questions like Son, where'll you go to college? or VVhat’d you do that for? , which didn't make sense for a while. But along toward the end of the year, many of us were invited into his office for private chats, or in class he would say, Desk fifty-four doesn’t believe in recording his data in the notebook , and another freshman would bite the dust. That was the year we walked around with cjuart milk bottles full of urine, or solicited it from more productive colleagues in the fourth floor men's room. Beer was the only constant item in our weekend diet: the remainder varied viciously from week to week. The Fox's caustic comment to the student who brought in 1500