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

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anatomy Christmas party —1966

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Christmas came and Histo. went. January started the Year of the Obex —Neuroanatomy. They had traced the various long tracts up toward the thalamus since September, wondering where they were all going to. and if it would be worth all that study to get there. Chapter 4 of Dr. Treux’s tome brought tears to their eyes and caused fervent reading of that little yellow unofficial Neuro. text. And trivial CNS tidbits like the Nucleus of Darkschewitsch, the indusium griseum, and the H field of Forel became all important during the Neuro. tests (taken on browned brain sections because one of their number. in a mania over finally recognizing something on one of them, forgot to preserve them). In summary. it seemed cruel and inhuman at the time to force them to learn all of Neuro. in only 25 days. Looking back on it. though, they can be thankful it wasn’t 26. A barrage of tests and a flurry of practical signalled the end of Anatomy—time for them to bury their lab coats, bronze their Huber probes, and take their rubber brains out of the bathtub.

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a ODE TO THE CLASS OF 1970 At this timo of the year, you've had mixed emotions About finishing Histo.. with an eye toward promotions While a seasonal excitement is grasping the nation In anticipation of the events of Christmas vacation. Just think what will happen a woek from today No borrowing from Peter, no Paul to pay No schodulo to keep, no lecture, no test There are no courses, there's only rest. You'll rediscover your family and friends And for lack of letter writing, you'll make amends And I'm sure you'll try to forget the gaff Dished out this fall by tho Anatomy Staff. 8ut we caution you about totally abstaining From the salient features of your Anatomy training Give some thought, when your date's by your side To the importance of Anatomy, it can be applied. And while you rest, we too will try To direct our thoughts and cast an eye Away from work and toward the reason That signifies the Christmas Season. But you'll be with us in all that we do Your names will come up. we'll think of you As we have a Zug of Meholic or Ballantine Followed by o Bayer so wo won't Fler-tho sllen. We'll Coker the Imber9 in our Hause Set up the Greenbaum as quiet as a mouse Decorate the Bowers with lights that surge Knowing that all that Gitters is not Goldberg. We'll Borow for presents and Bishara the wealth We'll oat Kippered Herring and drink to your health As we Slier from the Barton Letzing high and Lowe About the little round man who comes in the snow. And shouts on Yucka, on Yavll, on Zemlin and Viksnlns On Bonder, on Fenwick, on Buerklln and Stevens To the top of the Bames. he aRosen like a Crane Calling Huehnergarth. Stahlheber. Markowitz by name. He Fassls his sleigh which is Carring-a-ton Loaded to the Stern with a Grossman Of toys for all kiddies who were Nise-en-feld He’d bring them LeBow and arrow and guelt. And down the chimney he jumps with a crash As he lands aMong the Tuffiash He then fills each stocking with lots of pain To be sure each Liebergot a candy Kane. He then places his Hand beside his nose And grabbing one of the fireplace Poles He ascends to his sleigh and before giving a sign He raises to his Lippins his Weinstein. Then he shouts on Ludlvlco, on Lubeck. on Mast and Markovchick On Schwartz, on Sandstrom, on Briggs and Manjerovic And we hear him explain as he leaves with a fuss It'd be just my luck to crash In the Rivlnus. But while we poke some fun. with little cause At the jolly tat man called Santa Claus And we've taken a jab at your names in places We won't connect the names to faces. Wo've forgotten a few. like the Costa of gifts And the Decembe' Wind that now and then lifts Our thoughts of the day from Shama and Haight To the Love of Joseph and his mate To those not mentioned, don't feel slighted We'll think of you and be delighted To include you with all the others When we herald the Messiah and the Maccabean Brothers. J Robert Troyer. Ph.D