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46' 7’OU don’t refer to them as bugs ' an-nounced Dr. Kolmer as he shook his em-phasizing finger. lifted his left eyebrow, and peered over his spectacles at us, the new sophomores. Thus he introduced us to this course called bacteriology. Impressed, we eagerly set out to find how and why these little hugs did whatever they did. Throughout the first trimester, Dr. Kolmer and his assistants, Drs. Spaulding and Bondi, maneuvered us past cocci, bacilli, spores, saprophytes, yeasts and molds, and Cod knows what, pausing at each just long enough to convince us that we had it. After the long six-month vacation we had just completed, most of us were a bit skeptical and hesitant about exposing our sun-tanned forms to those devitalizing little beasts that came at us from all directions— tubes, cultures, broths, rabbits, guinea pigs, the walls and desks, our lab partners. Not that we were nervous the first few days we knew careful technique eliminated danger. So we didn't worry when we missed the test tube and inoculated our index finger, merely got spastic, spilled broth all over the desk, and rushed to the sink to splash the stuff all over North Philadelphia 40. Pa. But Dr. Spaulding and the lab instructors were patient and forgiving, and gradually the static sophomores began to see light behind all that Gicmsa stain. Dr. Kolmer kept us well acquainted with two gents named Jordan and Burroughs by punctuating his lectures with questions from the text and a written quiz first thing each Monday morning. All too rapidly came the day when we had to fathom what kinds of bugs swam leisurely around the tube of broth we were given as our final unknown—which meant we had reached the end of the course. We were just slightly frantic at first, since we weren't too confident of our methods. If some little Bacillus went scooting across the slide, doing a Rutter kick and spouting water like a twelve-year-old in the old swimming hole, we were fairly sure the thing was motile, but beyond that, certainty was lagging. But with the patient assistance of Tony Lamberti and Liz Marly, in addition to the regulur staff plus a couple dozen fermentation tubes, six or eight cultures, endless smears and stains, and a couple of good guesses, all was well. Continuing from our freshman year. Dr. Op-penheimer. et al.. revealed more of the mysteries of physiology. We had even bigger kymograph records to smear against one another. It never ceased t » he a source of amazement, after attaching all sorts of gadgets to an anesthetised dog in an advanced slate of surgery, to go to lunch and return to find the dog not only living and well, but all the apparatus still working . . . sometimes. Suddenly our complacency was shattered by the entrance of Dr. Livingston. Dr. Larson. Dr. Fellows, the USP, National Formulary, Goodman and Gilman, thousands of little bottles and smelly chemicals and all that goes with it . . . pharmacology. Dr. Livingston strolled into the lecture hall, placed a well dog-eared copy of The Book on the desk, cleared his throat, and Left: Graham. Hawes, ami Peters examine culture plates. C.rhter: Dr. Earl Spaulding . . . bacteria ho mystery. Right: Kirkpatrick. Kirk, and Montrlconc eathetcrize a femoral under Mr.-. Weston's watchful eye. 19
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lost the students. How is it ingested, how and where excreted, where toxic, what is its action on the liver, how does it affect the adrenal, how does its effect differ in the salamander, what are its uses, if any, etc. usw. In the lah we tasted and smelled all sorts of things with aromas that varied from that behind the local bar on Sunday morning to that resembling what Mop Dillon’s grampaw uses to attract bees. If one happened to grab the paraldehyde bottle first, he might as well go home as far as two of his senses were concerned. Still it was always worth the staying to see the additional extra-experimental activity put on by Dr. Larson: feeding some eager student—who volunteered for scientific benefits—alcohol and glucose by the quart, or setting of a small atomic bomb made from some therapeutic concoction we had just tasted. And so with these three courses welded into our armamentarium of medical knowledge, giving us new security and confidence, we strode onward head high and loins girded, summarizing our thirst for the unknown with the guiding words of Sir William. “Good Lord, what next?” . . . and the professors agreed. That Thanksgiving vacation was a huge four-day affair, but we need a deep breath before plunging into the awesome second trimester. It opened, most auspiciously, with mycology- The cast was familiar from bactee, but the role we were expected to play was distinctly confusing. The discovery that yeasts and hops are not in- separable came as an acute shock to many. Candida was found to be “an imperfect yeastlike mold,” as well as a George Bernard Shaw epic. Christmas pul a stop to all this, and then Dr. Kolmer reappeared to usher in 1947. This he did with a majestic wave of his arm and presto . . . parasitology! Unfortunately, “prominent Market Street business men seem singularly lax in the development of parasitic infestations. but Dr. Kolmer diverted us by his informative. if somewhat acrobatic lectures. I)r. Gault came into our schedule at this point to act as co-pilot. His lectures were definitely informal, but full of stray gems and unexpected test questions. His instructions on the use of the NIH swab with a rear-view mirror were definitely in the essential category; our ice-cream boxes, too, came under his command. Valentines are not always lace-edged and this wc discovered as clinical pathology entered the picture. The good doctor never seemed to be able to cram enough into one hour’s lecture, so that writer’s cramp was a frequent complaint after each session. With the unfailing help of a starched assistant. Dr. Valentine herded us through blood counts and more blood counts: our results so rarely agreed with the “right answers that main of us believed the initial counts were done by the Braille system. Puncturing one’s neighbor made for uneasy friendships ... he might stick you next time. At our first examination the heat came on in earnest- one classmate received a startling 4£, yet survived to tell the tale. Left: Garcia and Hawes . . . the heart rale is increased. Center: Harris and Gcrnerd . . . another experiment in the making. Right: Dr. Dean A. Collins. 20
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