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

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 Kiss him you silly bumpkins. Perhaps wc should gel a doctor. I just read an article about this very thing in the Cowpoker’s Journal of Medicine. Nothing seemed to revive the dying lad. Then the miracle happened. He was an incredible hulk of a man. He leaped from his chair like a gazelle and smoothly glided to the aid of the greying student. Our hero pounded on the lad’s chest and flipped him over. The greyness lifted: life had been restored. Who was this Man - Mountain?

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Suddenly a fight broke out in the back and the lad with the black socks and sunglasses went down with a thud. All hell broke loose. No one knew what to do. The chubby lad was motionless on the floor, turning grey. Then light dawned. We were medical students: future doctors. Snyapscs fired and each contributed his or her own inspired medical opinion. Give him a barium enema.” Don’t lift a finger until you’re sure he has insurance.” If he was a marine, he could have properly defended himself. Let the son—of—a—bitch die.” “See if she he has any oesophageal oedema in her his throat; any medical student knows that.” Let’s gram stain his sputum. 10

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 Hi out there. I'm Bill Hunt and incidentally I'm running for Freshman Class President, Student Senate, Honor Board, SAMA, the CIA, Congress, VVASAMA and the Papacy. I want all of your support. Thank you.” The press entered the lecture hall. Students cheered and applauded their new hero. He then sat down and permitted the Bulletin to interview him. Sir. don’t you realize that you just saved a life?” I didn't know that. I just turned him over because he had fallen on my roast beef sandwich. ”