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

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History of the Class of 1964 “There can be no history of the past as it actually did happen; there can only be historical interpretations, and none of them final; and every generation has a right to frame its own. But not only has it a right to frame its own interpretations, it also has a kind of obligation to do so, for there is indeed a pressing need to be answered . . Karl Popper Freshman Year “The smaller the head, the bigger the dream ” — Austin O’Malley No one can say for sure where the history began. It began maybe years ago when we decided or when it was decided for us that we should become physicians. That first Sunday night was stuffy and uncomfortable, and the incline- of Emy Amphitheatre was vertiginous the first time up. The air was heavy with academicism; we still hadn’t begun, but we had passed the point of no return. Why am I here? What am I seeking? Why is she here? What is she seeking? This amorphous matrix of faces, facts, physicians, and fears would soon evolve in phase and gel into an ordered structure. See you in 603! The day after Labor Day found us with sand particles falling from our hair, with beer and baited breath, and soon to be “Bated” ears. Starting with the ovum, an appropriate beginning — Dr. Troycr. The air was tense and filled occasionally with the thundering sound of colored pencils falling to the floor. A week of orientation, meeting, 28