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

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“Lef not your conceptions of the manifestations of disease •• come from wore s heard in the lecture room or read from the book......Let the word be your slave and not your master, live in the wore .” Sir William Osier ' £

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Our fervent prayers for a “breather” were left unanswered as Dr. Acgerter took off in his opening series of lectures at such a pace as to wring gasps of dismay and moans of despair from even the most hardened of us. Hi lectures were delivered with such an air of aplomb and vigor as to leave one astounded and somewhat querulous as to what manner of man this was who was to he master of our fates for the remainder of the year. We were shortly initiated into this fasci-nating subject, when we were confronted with the astounding array of slides in micro pathology; to the “macabre hole” (the gross lab), with its thousands of bottles of unrecognizable gobs of gunk; and to the autopsy room. The first autopsy is a memorable experience in the life of any medical student, and it will long be remembered by all of us. The eric setting, the corpse lying under a brilliant light, the pathologist with his array of knives and dissecting instruments, and the face of the “neophyte next to you are indelibly printed on our memories. The days and weeks flew as we shuttled between lectures, autopsies, micro and gross labs, and those charming sessions in the “hot box” where cvervonc was quickly and effectively anesthetized and projected slides faded into a dim magenta blur which weaved and danced to Dr. Jim Arey's unremembered soliloquy. Examinations were a weekly bane of our lives, alternating between written “essays” and gross and microscopic quizzes. Few of us will forget the picture of Dr. Gault strutting about during micro exams, lustfully chort- ling at the helpless confusion of the class wrought by his fiendish cleverness in the choice of slides for the quiz. Dr. William Campbell, affectionately known to us as “little poison” was no less a master at probing our weaknesses in gross path; the quiet dignity of Dr. “Gus Pealc. always seeking to smooth the rough spots and the ruffled dignities, taught us much of pathology; Dr. W. C. “Doubting” Thomas of former fame gave us further insight of the scenes behind the scenes of medicine; w were driven hard at times, but all agreed, in June, that in Pathology you really learned something. A welcome by Dr. Richard Kern via a pronunciation clinic started us on the road to clinical medicine; with pointed wit. Dr. John Lansbury twirled through the cndoc-rinologic disorders, assuring us there were only two reasons why a patient could be fat. Drs. Willson, Carrington and Emich gave us a clear and forthright introduction to the mysteries of Obstetrics. We also had our first chance to grasp the fundamentals of Surgery and Pediatrics, ami for some of us to learn the valuable knack of catching forty winks in class. After our regular finals, there came a new and horrible experience for the class, the national board review. We sat for two weeks in the humidity of June and heard a nightmare recap of the first two years' work. At the end of this tunnel of tortures sat the ogre, national boards, grinning at us. Vic faced it, surmounted it. and fell exhausted. The sophomore year was over! Excelsior! 25

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