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

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John Mitchell demonstrates areflexia. Dr. Marvin Sodicoff Dr. Mark Black Dr. Carson Schneck

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ANATOMY Our first stop was the Aiolian Island of Anatomy where the portly king Troyophones rules. In his court many nobles gaily sing the livelong day pretty poems praising the guts and bones and sinews of the body. First in the morning would the microscopic Phillipides hold sway: Repeat after me. 'first is the axis cylinder, then comes the neurilemma between the Nodes of Ranvier. then neurilemma nucleus then the endoneurium, then the neuriplexus network of the neurolemma, then the perineurium with its moderately dense fibrous connective tissue sheath, and then comes the cctoneurium'. Next came Paavolides whose words spun so fast that Kronos the time keeper who never sleeps would put his finger to the hands of the clock to stop them and make limo for all her words. Next we would all join hands and skip in a circle LI. 2, 3 for the duodenum And just the same for the renals But ribs 10, 11, 12 for the splenum. Next, at lunch, the kindly Orolitov and Spratt of the gaudy breeches would help us in our games, and tell us good jokes. Afternoons we spent in the delicate fragrance of the embalming fluid trying to discover the resemblance between our cadaver and the instruction videotape. And all the while, both day and night, our efforts were guided by the great Carsonian Schneck, princely in knowledge, tireless in giving it, and unequalled in the art of making the murky seem clear and light. 24 Anatomy Robert Troyer. Ph.D. Chairperson Mark Black. Ph.D. Michael Cochran, Ph.D. Gail Crouse. Ph.D. John Huber, M.D.. Ph.D. Emeritus Albert Lamperti, Ph.D. Thomas Marino. Ph.D. James McAllister. Ph.D. Patricia Olds-Clarke, Ph.D. Joanne Orth, Ph.D. Brett Oxberry. Ph.D. Laurie Paavola, Ph.D. Helen Pearson, Ph.D. Steven J. Phillips, M.D., Ph.D. Carson Schneck, M.D.. Ph.D. Marvin Sodicoff. Ph.D. John Way, Ph.D. Special thanks to Neal Prait, Ph.D. Dr. Robert Troyer Dr. Steven J. Phillips

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And in truth, after the long struggle in Troy we were not discontented with our childlike pursuits in Anatomy. If this was not home, it was the next best thing, and our minds discovered a new, unexplored continent of form underlying the unending variety of human appearances, every little finger with its ulnar innervation, every last tongue with circumvalate and filiform papillae. Finally we were ready to sail onward, and the kindly king gave me a bag, tied with a slim thread, and told me that in it were all the winds which I might need for straight sailing home, and that all that my men and I need do was keep the day-long regimen, and skip rope diligently, and revere as holy our lecturers, and not question anything they said, and wash behind our ears. and write to Mummy and Daddy at least twice a week and in that way we would come home quickly. So we set sail and for fourteen days with fair winds following, sped across Poseidon's water until at last we saw the cliffs of lihaka in the distance. It was about the time of Thanksgiving, and I was weary from unending days and nights 3t the helm, (for Troyophones' words had inspired me to pursue a mastery of his books like a young dog which gambols tireless, following the scent of a hare long gone). So I went down among the men, and tasted of the pleasures unknown to us since we had left Troy. But then I fell asleep, and my companions, who had seen the silver tied bag, talking among themselves, decided that I was hiding treasure that the king had meant for all. So they opened the bag. and immediately a hugh squall blew from the South. I awoke, and seeing what they had done groaned in heavy agony, and told them the whole story. The winds grew into a foul storm, buffeting our tall ship for days until we were driven again onto the Aiolian shore. Again we entered the court. But what are you doing here comrades? Surely you have had no problem on your way since my gift guaranteed you straight passage?” I told him our story, and begged him to give us another bag of winds. But he leapt to his feet horrified, Oh least of living creatures, out of this islandl Hurry! With such blighted luck you must indeed be hateful to the immortals. Out before your evil fate taints us all! Out!” With these words, he sent us out of his house. So we once more took our places in the ships and set out to make our own way home. 26 Meet our cadaver.... he's a hurting buck. Dr. Albert Lamperti