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

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M: IOIt ( LASS II I STOIC Y We were happy to learn that we had advanced to senior class seamen. Although there were only 24 of us left to continue the trip, we knew that at its completion we would come to the promised land of CHIROPO-DIA. With this in mind we put forth all our efforts in our various endeavors. There was a slight change in class officers resulting in, president Manning D. Smith, vice-president Sidney Lindenbaum, treasurer Steve D'Orta, recording secretary Stanley Redder, corresponding secretary William G. Lowman, sergeant-at-arms Ray Shore, class historian Joseph A. Riccio. This year promised to be a very successful one. First proof of this fact showed up at our annual formal dance held at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, February 10, 1938. This dance was the most successful and enterprising ever to be given in the school’s history. Credit should be given to our Stanley Fedder and the committee that worked with him for such an enjoyable evening. Also for the beautiful programs and favors which were original in design, enough so as to be exquisite. While strolling along the deck one day. I noticed two members of the crew in verbal combat. It turned out to be the feuding Jake Ostroff and Ray Shore arguing over who was to wash the A deck. Walking further I came to the kitchen. There I found those fine connoisseurs of food Ned Yaffe, Smitty, and Salomi’’ Snyder testing different morsels of food. Alas and behold, is the world coming to an end?—Noooooo—It’s only Phil Coren and his sax, Marty Wolgin at the piano and Sid Lindenbaum and Joe Riccio playing their fiddles. A jam session that would make a jitterbug go to an opera. I next visited the crew's quarters. There I found Stan Fedder serenely enjoying a siesta upon his bunk. There was a card game in progress between Bud Hansen, Steve D'Orta, Paul Quintavalle, Fritz Weichel, and Matt Gutowicz. I caught such phrases as Hit It, Press, Double Press,” ”21, Over”— 1 take it they were playing Blackjack. Coming up on the poop deck I noticed Lou Keiserman and Harold Koshland deep in conversation. I wonder if it is confidential? Further down the deck was Bill Lowman trying to figure out the direction of the wind. as gobs often do; he thought he was right— he tried—he was facing the wind—he was also disappointed. Irene, who is that tiny bit of humanity who enjoys Mondays so much, was reading her morning mail on the sun deck. I wonder if it could be from that popular New England heart throb (Irene's) who is attending the post-graduate class this year? The cook told me that he has received complaints about the food from none other than our Danny Greenfield. Could it be your stomach, Danny? Bill Goyette is still puzzled by the fact that they put powdered sugar on some pies. Further down the deck I noticed George Tomlinson, better known as Tommy,” had shaved his moustache. Later on I passed Hym Goldberg’s stateroom. Stopping in, I found him very busy with the layout of the year book. Some material was not in yet and this seemed to bother him very much. Seeing Sydney Cohen as I left Hym's” room, brought back to mind the wonderful party she gave us. I wonder if she has plans for another? She told me arrangements are being made for our senior banquet, which would be the last social event of the trip and that our destination would be in sight shortly after. This meant that upon reaching shore few of us would ever see each other again. Nearing our last port, a feeling of appreciation came over me for the fine handling of the crew, by our skipper Dean Willoughby, and our officers, the Faculty and Clinical Staff, in guiding us along the Chiropodial Seas with such sincere determination and most capable efforts to impart the knowledge so necessary to our future well-being and chosen profession. I know the rest of the crew feels the same as I. and our thanks, although sincere, is small reward for your self-sacrifice and untiring efforts. News reaches us at this writing that our ship is to go into drydock for repairs. We only hope that the classes of the future will have as successful a voyage as we and wish them good luck in the new clinic. We bid fond farewell, leaving with memories that we will cherish forever. Aloha .. . Joseph A. Riccio. 4

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SK.MOII (LASS 1MSTOKY On September 23. 1936, the good ship TU-39 set sail upon the Sea of Knowledge for Chiropodia with a crew of 72. We were destined to make this land of opportunity our permanent habitat. Painted a cherry red to reveal to the world its courageous spirit, and set with sails of glistening white, the ship reflected the untiring ambition, perseverance, and willingness of the crew to accept any training that would help it face whatever difficulties the future might have in store. According to all reports of previous journeys, the expedition would be a long and tedious one. Many squalls would be encountered, which would encumber our progress and only those with courage, stamina, and the ability to grasp opportunities extended would survive. With no supposedly wiser, older seafarers to advise us, and aware of the fact that unity displays strength, we immediately set about to convert our somewhat perplexed crew into a well-organized group of seamen. This was accomplished by electing a governing body and Dr. Theodore Engel as our Class Skipper. President Manning B. Smith Vice-President ... ................... Irving Salsbury Treasurer ... Paul Quintavalle Recording Secretary Samuel Cohen Corresponding Secretary Mrs. Cohen Student Council Fred Peck Historian Herman Goldberg Sergeant-at-Arms Ned Yaffe Shortly after our Christmas shore leave, we set sail again upon a somewhat rougher sea. As time elapsed the going seemed to get more difficult. Storm clouds began to gather and our Skipper Dean Willoughby informed us of a severe winter storm which would last about two weeks. Since this was our first experience with mid-year exams, quite a number of us suffered from ''mal de mer. A few were lost at sea but the majority managed to survive. The calm which followed the storm was enjoyed by various social events which included the fraternity smokers, parties and initiations. What was more enjoyable was our annual formal dance held at the Crystal Ballroom of the Benjamin Franklin Hotel. This was one social event that served as a subject of conversation for quite awhile. Again storm warnings were received and according to weather reports this would be more severe than the one we first experienced. We prepared ourselves however and after it broke and final exams were over, we realized that our first port of call was reached. During our summer leave we wondered whether or not we would see our officers and shipmates in the fall, for we knew that only those who showed satisfactory results were qualified to continue the journey in the fall. We resumed our course on September 29, 1937. Many familiar faces were missing and those who had survived the first leg of the journey were swapping stories and recon-teurs of the past summer. We were proud to know that we had advanced to junior class seamen. A change was made in class officers resulting in President Manning B. Smith, Vice-President Irving Salsbury, Corresponding Secretary Sydney Cohen, Recording Secretary Harold Kosh-land. Treasurer Herman Goldberg, Sergeant-at-Arms George Ball, Student Council Paul Quintavalle, Historian Joseph A. Riccio. Close to the end of the fall social events, mid-year storm clouds again appeared. This squall was a bit more difficult to ride out due to the intervention of Anatomy Dissection. This to us was the most thrilling and exciting venture we had as yet undertaken. The next event of importance was our annual formal dance held February 18, 1938, at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel. While this was a much anticipated affair, we of the Junior class, were really more enthusiastic about the advent of our initiation into the clinic. Again we received storm warnings. This v ould be the usual storm which preceded our summer leave. We knew the nature of the squall from past experience and also that we would again have to sever our friendships when we reached our second port of call, which would immediately follow. Having weathered severe storms and trying ordeals, our good ship was in dire need of repair, but upon returning in September 29. 1938, we found that we would have to continue our journey with the old ship and navigate the best we could. (Continued on Page 45) 20

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SYDNEY G. COHEN 7700 Pickering Street Philadelphia, Pa. Kensington High School TEMPODIAN r — L L u Photographic Editor. Tempodlan Dane© Committee l Corresponding Secretary 1, 2 Student Council 3 Honorary Chiropodlal Surgical Society, Secretary 3 It has oft been said, “Give credit where credit is due. This axiom certainly applies to Mrs. Cohen. For—one to seek the higher levels of learning while caring for a family, one must possess an unusual amount of determination and ambition in order to attain one's goal. Hats off, Boys! Frank N. R. Bossle, D.S.C., Ph.G. To Mrs. Cohen we gratefully acknowledge her charm and wit that have made our school life more pleasant during the past three years. Without the presence of Mama'' the class would not seem the same. Many times through her guiding constancy we have been able to carry on the struggle to complete our studies. In scholastic standing, Syd ranks high among the brighter students. We feel certain that she will be an asset to the profession. Best of luck to you. Syd. 21