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

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History (What, No Physical?) Author's Note My Dear Colleagues, I do not know why I feel compelled to inform you as to what follows. We all experienced these events together. I mean, we were all there weren't we? I tend to distrust rememberances of things past (Sorry, Proust). Petty annoyances are pictured as major. Major problems are dwarfed. Even good times (we did have some) are exaggerated. So this writing will not be a diary. Nothing retrospective can be. Rather, what follows is a verbal crate of our last four years together. Like cleaning out your desk and finding scraps of the past. Within, you 'll find our triumphs and tragedies. Our moments of wit and our moments of what? (This is beginning to sound like a TIME magazine commercial.) Please do not take this writing too seriously-an intent to offend is not ... well ... intended. Indeed, take what is written on the pages that follow in the spirit in which it was composed-malicious. Actually, satire provides a good mirror to our past (boy, did I put my foot into it!). And so, before you begin with the silliness that follows, I would like to impart one last bit of moralistic sermonizing. You'll have to excuse its sobering tone, but I believe its message is too important for us to ignore: Always remember fellow Doctors, you are worth the same $2.80 in chemicals that those seeking your help are worth. Okay people- enough of this nonsense. Sit down with some close friends, make yourself comfy, and read on. Then- break out the champagne; congratulations- we made it! The Class Of 1981 Who We Are, What We Are. Why We Are (or. How we learned to be Doctors of Podiatric Medicine and still maintain a modicum of sanity.) DATELINE: Philadelphia. September 3, 1977. One hundred and twenty eight of us begin our journey. Our four year mission: to seek out new treatments and new populations; to boldly go where no podiatrist has gone before .... One-hundred and twenty-six of us begin classes four days later. Supposedly, one of the two early casualties vanished because of 'something' in the Anatomy lab. Spooky, isn’t it? .... Gourmet Cuisine Dept: Who can forget the lovely luncheon prepared for us on our first orientation day? Is it masochistic to remember it? Let it be noted that chicken has seen finer hours. And who can remember what we were served on orientation day number two? If you can, please write it in the provided space. I cannot Blue Ribbon Vending certainly contributed to our appetites. If you didn’t lose your appetite while losing your quarters, then it was lost for a week following digestion of their goodies. Well, at least the machines ate well. Coffee was a mainstay of our PCPM diet. Just ask Sheldon Goldberg. To him, a day without twenty-seven cups of coffee was like a day without sunshine. The beverage played such an important role in the life of the average PCPM student, that rumor had it Mrs. Olsen was offered a faculty position.

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Congratulation to each member of the class of 1981 a you graduate with the degree. Doctor of Podtatric Medicine The struggles over the last four years have finally earned dividends Those years will continue to Impact on each of you as you establish yourselves as health care practitioners The achievements, failure , and disappointments have supplied each of you with the background and experience necessary for success as a member of the health core delivery system. Your life has changed significantly; you have Influenced each other, and the College ha improved Its programs because of your contributions The health care delivery system will change drastically over the next two decades. Podiatric medicine faces different challenges than the other medi cal disciplines We are the only health care profession whose members will be In short supply The Federal Government predicts an excess of physi clans, dentists, optometrists and osteopaths, but a severe shortage of podiatrists in the 1990s Each member of the class of 1981 will have to help shoulder that burden to assure that the American people receive the quality footcare they seek. Because of the ocute shortage, each of you will have a unique opportunity to expand your own horizons as well as those of the profession We enjoyed sharing these four years with you. and hope that you will always use the College as the professional resource you will need in private practice Continuing educational programs, clinical research, and the li brary resources of the College will always be available to you. We hope that you will establish a cooperative relationship with the college, with your classmates and your colleagues. This profession has reached new heights in the last twenty years because of those who have gone before us Let us consolidate our efforts so that those who follow us can reach even greater heights On behalf of the faculty, let me formally welcome you Into the profession of podiatric medicine Sincerely. CfaJn Charles W Glbley. Jr.. Ph D. Vice President for Academic Affairs and Dean On behalf of the Student Affairs staff. I extend our most sincere congratula tions for your achievements of the past four years. Those years have been filled with hard work, dedication, and commitment, as well as frustration, fatigue, and finally, a sense of accomplishment The future looks exceedingly bright because you are our future. The faculty and staff who have invested the sharing of their wisdom and experience in you hold high expectations that you will indeed, surpass whatever has already been achieved As you approach the beginnings of your careers, you now have achieved the rights as professionals. Along with these rights go awesome responsibilities to extend your talents and total service We are proud of you and of the quality ideals for which you stand To paraphrase the prophet. Gibran, you dwell in the house of tomorrow and as living arrows are sent forth. May you go swiftly and far. Best wishes for your continued success Janice A Hoffer Vice President for Student Affairs

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CLASS STRUGGLE DEPT THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY - ROUND ONE “Good evening everyone. I’m Howard Cosell. And we are here tonight at the Caesar’s Palace of the east-PCPM. Tonight, a true battle of the heavyweights. In the far corner, weighing in at 17,000 pounds, and wearing meconium green trunks, the Class of 1981. And in the other corner, weighing 18,000 pounds and in the Betadine red trunks, the PCPM faculty. There is every reason to believe, dear viewers, that this will be a battle to end all battles. A match of not only brawn, but of wits. What is your assessment, Muhammed Ali? Sorry, Howard, you know I can’t give an assessment without first presenting subjective and objective Findings. “ Right you are. Ali. Well, we don’t have time for your ludicrous remarks anyway, because the referee, known only as CASPR. has just entered the ring and is explaining the ground rules of the fight to our pugilistic groups. The fight tonight is brought to you by Langer Labs makers of fine orthotics for every known physical activity. One of their newer products this year is the whore-thotic , for the ladies-of-the-evening with forefoot varus ... Okay everybody, the battle is about to begin ” • BONG • FOOT HEALTH CENTER located on race street ■ Our first year of classes consisted of a curious mix of anatomy, cheerleading, and an ensemble of instructors that could have been Disney characters. We had instructors with Munchkin voices and Svengali beards (Never-never look directly into Dr. Hirsch’s eyes). There were wisecracking Embryology professors and sage lower extremity anatomy professors with initials for first names. We had absent-minded professors that would put Fred MacMurray to shame. We sat through male lecturers, female lecturers, and lecturers we were never too sure of. And outside of learning never to give thyroid to an Addison (or is it the other way around?), we learned enough to get us good scores in the boards, to embarrass Med students during our externships, and to actually like eating hot dogs ... And the Xerox machine broke down .... The cheerleading was provided by two podiatrists from Washington. On Wednesday mornings we listened as one of the two told us stories he wouldn’t tell his Psychiatrist; or we heard from Podiatry's answer to Mitch Miller. So it goes .... We worked hard during that first year. It wasn’t easy to shake that smell of Anatomy lab. But like good boys and girls, we learned our Anatomy, our histology, our neuroanatomy (isn't the ego lateral to the Foramen of Lushka?’’), our biochemistry, and despite all odds, our physiology. We memorized everything we never wanted to know about physics (of the bio kind), and had our first exposure to the word-coined biomechanics of Dr. Whitney and the fashion-world mechanics of Dr. Schoenhaus. (Is it really true he has designer genes?). What we really needed were more breaks. Once an hour was not enough. • BONG What a round that was, Ali. Both sides started out with minor punches and weak jabs, and then, midway, they began with their heavy-duty stuff. But for every roundhouse punch dished out by the Faculty, the Class of 1981 rebounded eloquently! Yes, Howard. It makes you wonder what sort of medication the Class was taking to allow them to handle such abuse.” I don’t think it was medication so much as it was the desire to make it to round two. The old, ’fight for survival’ bit, eh Champ?” You might say that. I just did, Ali.