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

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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

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

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Dr. Michael Cochran Dr. Laurie Paavola