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Bottom, left: Fraatz, Schilling. Forman. Effingcr prepare for a gross palliolog quiz. Bottom, center: Dr. Aegerter ... pushed for time. Bottom, right: Dr. Anthony L. Pietro!u-ongo . . . slightly aloof. Bight, center: Miscrcndino and Middle-ton consult with Dr- Pent-Bight. of an something a little disturbing, during those quizzes, in .he way he’d look out the door, signal or wave to someone in the corridor, and still know exactly where our answers had been wrong. . Pathology pushed gustily into spring. While the temptation to L e out in the sun grew daily, so did the number of slides and museum specimens. Dr. Peale seemed to sense our desire to go riding on the Wissahickon or to pitch ball on Ontario Street; and somehow, without mentioning it, he compensated us for it. But then. Dr. Peale could always help us with a difficult problem or keep us from feeling that all this work was futile. Subtly he proved to us that pathology, as Dr. Aegerter had promised, is the bridge between the pre-clinical and the clinical years. Me made us see that pathology is necessary to the practice of medicine. He helped us enjoy learning it. Spring rains and finals settled on us in Philadelphia. The last slides had been learned, the last museum specimens memorized, and the la t words written for the sophomore year. There were only two years to go! 24
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ogy museum for slide projection. It was warm and dark. We tried to see what the prof was pointing out on the slide, and. after awhile, watched the patterns that cigarette smoke, floating languidly upward in the beam of light, made on the screen; then, imperceptibly, our heads fell to our shoulders. We spent the first few weeks in complete confusion. We were confounded by strange cells and patterns that appeared under the microscope. I he pace of the course was so fast we were sure we'd never he able to keep up, let alone catch up. Each lecture, in itself, provided a small hook to learn. Then there was Boyd to furnish details and the green gross manual that, by adding more material, munaged to correlate it more, too. It began to appear that pathology must be learned in systems— which seemed to be the only way to remember all the possibilities. The staff helped us study at night. They gave us a quiz every Saturday morning, sometimes written, sometimes gross, sometimes micro. Concerning quizzes, there was always something of a rivalry between the staff and the class. A kind of out-guessing contest. It required very little imagination on our part to picture them, huddled in a Machcthian group, picking out questions or specimens for us. It was easy to imagine their saying. “No. they know all about that, let’s ask them something else!” Two days a week we had oral “discussion groups, intimate little affairs with one of the profs. The Chief, it seemed, would never take “1 don’t know” for an answer. If he were getting no results, he’d ask leading questions until he finally got an answer. Occasionally he had to admit defeat though, and ask the next man in the alphabet. We took our quizzes with I)r. Aegerter in his office, perched on stools or relaxed, more or less, in stiff green chairs. If The Chief lost patience with us. he only rarely showed it. He’d smile pleasantly the whole time we were being stupid, never showing anger or disappointment. W e left those sessions knowing more pathology and feeling that, somehow. The Chief always was pushed for time. Dr. Gault's quiz hours were fascinating for the fiendish questions he asked, and for the equally fascinating answers he got. e could always tell, by the expression on his face, that the next one was going to he a fooler. He’d have an inward grin that seemed to make his black hair blacker, that made us remember the way a cat toys with a mouse. He’d sit there, contentedly, puffing on a cigar, listening to the answer. Then, just when you thought. “By golly. I've got him this time!” Dr. Gault would repeat the same question ami say. “Now, suppose you answer that one.” But we liked Snuffy ; we liked the way he sucked little black tablets to soothe his voice; we liked the way he laughed with us when he could have laughed at us. The youngster on the senior staff. Dr. Pietro-iuongo, remained slightly more uloof from us than the others. His contact with us was strictly professional. Not that he wasn’t friendly—he was, hut in a restrained, yankee way. There was Left: Stunton, Siekerl. Stewart . . . llu sulfur granule is pathognomonic. Center: Dr. Augustus R. IVule. Ill . . . In tipped u off. liighi: Dr. Earnest E. Aegerter. Professor of Patholog) . . . Saturday night movies are out! 23
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