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

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Remember Dr. Marks at 8 o'clock one day When she rolled in all those models that she'd made of ON A And while you were trying to wake up like normal human beings She stirred up a marvelous pot of some stringy slimy genes. And then there was Dr. Hoober in a highly organized way Who told you how you could put it together with conconavalin A His beautiful lecture presentations were particularly choice As he'd turn up the microphone for all to hear, and immediately lower his voice. Then there was van Rossum's lecture to you gentlemen and dames Which actively transported you through plasma membranes He pumped out your sodium and brought in lots of K And then moved in the glucose in a faci itory way. And Dr. Phillips lectured on a subject he holds dear That included all those little things that comprise a sarcomere And woe to the student who fell asleep and found that he had missed him 'Cause he didn't know how to leave the room by using the T tubular system. Dr. Moore made DNA and many of you started to sweat, 'Cause you probably missed the basics while she puffed her cigaret But the important facts came to the fore as the course came to a dose That it's all extremely relevant as Sol Spiegelman surely knows. Did you think how Ernst's lysosomes could have really ruled the day If they'd gone beserk at the start of the course they'd have eaten the cell away. Or if Higgins' sexy pili were penetrating gram negative coats We could have easily been up to our ears in lots of prokaryotes. Remember Biochem's metabolic map prepared by Dr. Plaut Who reduced it to microscopic dots so it fit on one handout And while he showed you a slide of this in an eloquent manner Scrutton waved the Union Jack and sang the Star Spangled Banner. And then there's handsome Dick Hanson who's eyed by the lasses And unsurpassed for lecturing speed when wearing his racing glasses. And those lectures on amino acids, became a piece of cake When the Chinese puzzle of Temple's blackboards was solved by Dr. Paik. Remember Pieringer's presentation of the metabolism of fat Where the thin students asked questions and the fat ones quietly sat. And then there was Dr. Hamilton's lecture that gave you a couple of kicks When he revealed the intimate data he had on a couple of young chicks.

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ODE TO THE CLASS OF '75 Here's an ode to the class of '75 Who for 14 weeks did barely survive The onslaught prepared by curriculum compressors That are commonly known as me d-school professors. This curriculum which was prepared just for you Has particular designs to see you through Eight years of study condensed into four That should leave you writhing all over the floor. We've scheduled every hour so you're glued to your seat. This was done, with care, to insure you'd be beat. We cut down the free time, to your consternation, And programmed our courses for self education. Your orientation week was a particular treat, The pace was so slow, you knew you'd be in no bind. But by the end of the first week you were four days behind. Yes, the first ten weeks were a tour-de-force Of Biochem, Cell Biology and a Bios tat course. Plus clinical correlation that you'd welcome with glee In I CM and HG D. Remember the feeling of profound maturation When you learned you'd be getting sex-education Presented by Keeney and Osofsky, a couple of smoothies, Who forced you to watch all those dirty movies. And Punnett and Conger seemed to deny That the genes they discussed were made by Levi. But the lectures in that course became particularly ripe When they explained why Colonel Sanders is a Gino-type. Remember Biostat from those days of yore Presented by the jovial Stanley Schor Whose t tests and standard errors were truly magnificent In showing you how his numbers racket was highly significant. The anatomy of the cell, in Cell Biology, you'll recall Covered all those giant organelles several thousand Angstroms tall Which Christensen described, and with methods he did cope, As he froze and sectioned all that meat for the electron microscope.

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And as Biochem came to a dose you all did start to cram For the underground had spread the word for a 3 day final exam. But these rumors were put to rest before your senses got much duller When you were handed your simple final exam in 50 pages of living color. One milestone was over, the first ten weeks were done That weekend was the time for a blast, you had a lot of fun. And then on Monday morning Schneck faced you man to man Keep up to date , he said quite simply, or it all will hit the fan. By noon it hit the fan and for time you all did lack For if a student stopped to sneeze his partner finished the back. And then you were off to Histo to con fort many a disheartening issue Like the sudden realization, that Kleenex wasn't a tissue. Yes, the pace has been most hectic in the last four weeks The Anatomy staff keeps coming at you and speaks and speaks and speaks. You had Christensen, Way, and Paavola and Phillips, again on muscle. And the rest of the Histo staff fled by in a rapid rotational hustle. In gross you have no lectures, the conference is their bag Where Crouse and Schneck and Pratt and the Rod just nag and nag and nag. While in the lab Drs. Bates and Way and grad students do abound To dig out all those structures that the others haven't found. But there's one faculty member that keeps showing up all the time If we don't snipe at him, after joshing the others, his life ain't worth a dime. It seems every course you go to. you see his cigar filled face Just don't give him a piece of mesoderm or he develops it all over the place.