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

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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?

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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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old on dear readers. Micro lab is just beginning. Here we must stay our full time looking at hundreds of relevant organisms and performing even more relevant tests upon them. Our lab practicals brought us that new game show “Name That Bug” We had practicals that counted, some that didn’t count, some for practice and some just to lower our term grades. Nobody knew which was which. Well, after that first week was over we moved on to more exciting things. Dr. Krause impressed us w ith his knowledge, his energy and his spelling B-U-R-O-W'S. He also demonstrated a quick thrust right past the lateral nail border and on through the screen. It’s nine o’clock. Thursday morning and on with an hour’s worth of proton beams striking metal targets to produce X-rays. It must have really hurt him to teach a class of allied health people like ourselves. May his bunions always ache!! Then the bastard'arrived and made everyone feel stupid. We were tested on varus, on valgus the Master Knot of Henry ffjsstsras s.vis Sr -' ■» —- ssEa