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

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9 e then met what we had been dreading — Lower Anatomy. Since the Dipper was gone, the course was new to Dr. tUl| Ilirsch. This was more than obvious. After passing 20 people on his first quiz, he felt he'd better start asking some tough questions. One needed a 4-sided coin to answer his questions. Then came Dr. Whitney, who said. “I don't really know if this Biomechanics is right, but it's like you've got to learn it. We Learned it, we liked it. and we went with it. Week after week it was an experience trying to understand Biomechanics. The students had trouble, too. Our Biochemistry professors were really tricky. They promised us a real switch in material from the previous year. In fact, that’s exactly what they did. The only problem was that Dr. Burke had trouble reading Dr. Fenton’s handwriting from the year before. The Physiology department was extremely considerate. W ho else would repeat a lecture in quadruplicate if there was just le person who didn't understand? Is everybody still with me? Raise your hands if you're not. Then we learned some new data in cardiac physiology. There was the telephone booth phenomenon, Dr. Davis’ right bundle branch block and the fact that Art Guyton “don’t know nothin . Later on, we learned of humpback whales, armadillos and the effects of asphalt on the female menstrual cycle. Who else could discover a means of birth control while looking for a fertility pill? We really were a good looking class.

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 I ragga nd in addition to Neuro, we obviously must take Gross Anatomy. In lab we were exposed to a new perfume, Eau de Mrg] ’orma dch dc- Did 1 say perfume? I meant toilet water. ™ The remainder of the week had variety. To Embryology we all brought highlighters to underline as we heard selected readings. Marv Jacoby told us if we could add 2 + 2, we were excused from the first 6 classes. I’ll bet all our folks were impressed by that! On Wednesday mornings, it was the dynamic duo of Lyons and Shapiro. Did you know that they I saw 176 patients a day — most of them contessas and ambassadors? Then came Friday and Dr. Conway. He gave us his slide show and answered our most pressing question. We now knew where we could make up all the sleep we missed while :----------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------- n three weeks came the first set of exams. It seemed like Pearl Harbor all over. After the three big exams, everyone lif$ wanted t0 kn w two things — Who is 0300 and who is 7262? By the end of year, 0300 was gone while 7262 was 1. Mid-trimester brought us the famous 5 exams in 2 weeks, which turned out to be an endurance test. After those, we all said to our alarm clocks, “Wake me up the night before our next test”. Finals came and took a heavy toll. Enrollment in Charles Gibley’s summer camp would be high! Since our temporary class president wasn’t doing so well, he stepped down from office. This big guy got up and proclaimed, “Vote for me”! Who could argue? Enter President Muchen.

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ack to Lower which dragged on and on. Some days were really bad when a high-pitched voice was not on hand to point out mistakes. We were lucky, though. Who else could have a teacher to point out all those errors in British Gray’s. With Lower practicals came the advent of the no-touching rule. One could not discern a nerve, from a ligament, from a tendon, from the string that marked them. We also got once in a lifetime chances like playing with a lump of fat and fondling a navicular in a shoe-box. Change!!! A bright spot in that dismal year was our Christmas party, replete with trumpets and reindeer. What a sight — Dr. McCarthy dancing with female reindeer and grabbing for all the gusto he could. The big social event of the year was the Spring Dance. Despite poor food, poor service, and discourteous people, all had a great time. So much fun was it, that we declared it cost too much money and voted never to do it again. pgi or comic relief there was Smokey and his flying mattress show. By the way, how did your bed get so hot? Providing Kg even more laughs was Mike Ackley’s strong presidential campaign. It was at this time that John Pron was elected isfiJ President for life. Little did we know of this maniacal tyrant. Anyway, who else would want the job? Finals came and finals went. 22 down and 106 to go. And on to the second year- the year of the microbe. It sure was nice of Micro to let us have time for another course or two. Actually, the course was rolling along smoothly until the tests turned into trivia contests. Quick, remember the Shick test, the Dick test, and our exam, the prick test. Who can ever forget the diseases you get from seashells, from jackrabbits and from the Plague of 1278? Remember buboes and perlecky? Remember Bohdan Terleckyj? He was the teacher who gave us good lectures only to have them repeated, in toto, by our resident expert. Then there was our other professor who taught us new and interesting ideas in immunology and virology. One class he even asked us for our thoughts. How did he ever get away with it?