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

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Party time was becoming more a way of life From hats to Hawaii, Ed Hart's concept parties- with froth and fireside frolics became a tradition since second year A variety of creatures Including Dr. Gerland's new member and Foster the Grapeman attended the second annual Ferry Station Bash. Wasn't it at the first party that no-one could find the keys to uncuff Wayne? Speaking of- Wayne. Jim, and company staged a large gathering; and Champagnus I (The Society) in March left many in bed- but not alone- the next day. May 14th, 1982 marked the gala extravaganza atop Bellevue Stratford Hotel, complete with elegant dinner, dashing atmosphere, and room parties until dawn. By the way, Vin, next time doge her eyes, will ya? Shatz- maintain. Lest we forget, Steve The Menz rang in New Year with a South Street bang. Silk and Steel Group with Drs. Rockefeller, Warski, Leonard, and Johnson entertained at Doc Watson's, closed the school year in the Complex courtyard, and did an Orientation gig. Shake it up. Dr. Whitney! Third year's canoe trip, attended by more than four as the previous year, left the Pine’s “Barren” in New Jersey. Right on. Brohm! Courses of an amazing assortment continued to leave us spellbound. Dr. Hymes revealed how hair clips and felt could earn us a new Betamax. A Helfand taught that the wheel and Chiropody were discovered simultaneously. I would identify to you . . Psychiatry, ala Dr. Rudnlck, brought ballerinas, the blind, and the psychosexual origins of medicine Peripheral Vascular Kldawa Indicated through appreciative cognitive observation that concepts were precluded by deductive rhetoric. Anaesthetic gases and flowmeters, courtesy of Rosenberg's Hahneman M.D.’s. was a good overview of the subject. As in musical chairs, however, a few were left without ether rotations. Court Jester Jay bounded from desk to table, demonstrating tibial torsion and metadductus without once losing his balance. Teams of saboteurs secretly undid his carefully sewn trouser pockets- only to be caught and shackled in Uni-Bars. John Walter’s joint depression fracture was fixated by radio-wave-controlled mini-Hoffman device. Seriously, Traumatology was a relevant discourse. Jim Rogers informed us that any podiatrist who can't put on a Low-Dye isn't worth his salt . Pepper, anyone? Mai de Meleda, previously unique to Yugoslavia, reached epidemic proportions in clinic following Harvey Intermediate Cutaneous Nerve” Lemont’s well presented Pathology course To be sure, carry a syringe of lcc Kenalog-40. Internal Medicine was omitted from our history because .. It just wasn't that funny. On the other hand. Orthopedics with Ellis laid to rest the rumor that lumberjacks don't wear beepers (or plaid). Seminar of the Year: Nitrous Oxide and Vaudeville with stand-up routines by Bob Weber. Highlighted was Dr. Pi’s true confession of a questionable discomfort at privy parts” following nitrous cocktail. Medline gave us no answers . , . Since first year, football pools and Dr. Caputo went hand in hand, providing diversion from studies. Well done. Messages in the class notes concerning “The Society became more cryptic, as its membership and luncheons at King's flourished. Floating was shelved for other pursuits . . . nd then, there was clinic. . Check off sheets, Carol Otis. Gib Hice, Burns, unna boots, H + P’s, 3-WEA, Carmoi-10 under occlusion, shower-thotics, blcycle-thotics, UMO's, BMO’s, CMO’s, UFO's. UTI's, RPR's. UCG’s . and so on .. Kerosene rubs for muscle cramps, wall stretching, 5 degree posts. Go With It - there were so many ways to treat and street patients. I’d like to present this 67-year old black female 607 days post op following STATT, Hibbs, Hoke, and Green-Grice . . Paperwork became synonymous with pain- unresponsive to any meds. Soothing voices of Lee or Louise permeated our ears often, Yo attention please. Will the owner of a blue TIE-ROLLA”VJe regretted inconveniencing the pharmacy personnel at lunch, coffee, and cigarette breaks. Nomads sometimes moved their tents from PM or Dlag to Surgery. Chart dodging was the sport of choice around exam time. Physical Therapy afforded us the ingenious methods of digital traction and ultrason-ichyfervibrocation. An X-rays path through clinic was likened to a bill before Congress- the latter being MUCH QUICKER. It's upstairs . . can't find it . . did you check out front? . . I think you're full of . Morning conferences In Ortho and Surgery were the best reason to get up early since Leave It To Beaver -and sometimes as informative. Michael Burns' bone tumor and ski-thotic sessions challenged even the most caffeinated minds. MGM Studios requested Gib Hice’s paper mache megathotic for an upcoming film . . Debbie Does Langer starring Irene Intrinsic. Jeff Frye was an asset to the TransPip teams downstairs In lab. Extern lottery numbers became more important third year than your phone number or sun sign Emotional levels peaked and complicated home-computer schemes abounded 'Til take Parkview . . Womack . and a month in the Caribbean . All too soon, we would learn what a silly 30 day could mean. Finals came and went with fewer- but potentially damaging-casualties. Our ninth and last major installment in June left us 116 strong. We prepared to enter our final summer under the apt leadership of Drs. Palmer rind Shatz, in their third round Jim’s direct approach to class mayhem had made even the externship lottery bearable. Gary spent many hours behind the scene organizing ventures . . .

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He wasn’t big. He wasn’t loud. He didn't wear flashy suits. But. like some tropical disease. Dr. Green caused palpitations, chills, and sweating in those who stood before him. Welcome to Surgery Department- slides courtesy of George Lucas. Precise, punctual, full-length, organized lectures were the rule of thumb for the Green Machine”. In the World According to Moe Green, rules didn't bend or break- is that true. Mrs. Green? The critical Eye of the Tiger would follow us for the next few years at PCPM Remember to stroke each surface 15 times . . . Hold it this way to put it on . ” O.R. Protocol was taught by our friendly, fun-loving surgical maidens- Nadine and Tina. And you thought we’d forgotten . . FINALS are OVER! On to clinic! Clip. Chip. Sorry, your skin appears to be very thin, Mrs. Keratosis. Clinic had arrived, taking us to the Island of patients. X-rays, and short wave diathermy. Our evaluations were so specific, we were certain that a secret analysis of our hair samples had been done. Drs Maglietta and Orowitz showed us how to hold a chisel, while Dr. Master Instructed us in Pads ’N Shapes-and the benefits of myoflex ointment. In the remaining months of our so-called summer , several students were chosen for the Dt. Arden Extension Course at Frankford Hospital. Here at last was a golden opportunity to see CAT scans, abdominal surgery, and other hospital activities ger-malne to podiatry. Yet another daring few ventured forth to Studio-VA, for a preview of fourth year. National Boards were held In late August in a serene classroom at UPenn- with matchbook-sized desks and blinding overhead floodlights (where’s my flashlight, Howie?). Fortunately, an angel of mercy delivered Dr. W (Cheese) and Dr. J from the subway to exams only 10 minutes late. Nice you could make It! PHASE III ell, the caterpillar had turned into a butterfly ... but butterflies are not free .. time to go down, grab a chart, and . . . Contrary to popular belief, classes resumed each day around siesta time, continuing until nightfall. Academic ambition reached its all-time high, along with class attendance. Speaking of which .. Dermatology with Dr Witkowski. the expert on Venezuelan lichen planus and mass sedation, proved their was no limit to the number of slides he could show in two hours. Incidentally, all 2500 could be viewed before the exam. Directions to Dr. W's office given In class were invaluable to hoards of skin-seekers who eventually stampeded him. Truly our most cerebral exercise of that year was Dr. Baseball” Bhatt’s guided tour through the brainstem, heavy metal poisoning, and demyeltnation called Neurology. Again, standing room only. Questions after class typically extended into the evening hours- necessitating send-out orders for pizza Dr Bhatt’s unique wit and Impressive knowledge made this course . . different. How many points was that scale, again?” Surgery was conveniently divided into three terms: See No Evil (Dr. Quintavalle), Hear No Evil (Dr Martin), and Do No Evil (Dr. Green). Forefoot surgery taught us how to remove a nail, fix a crooked toe. or transfer a lesion. Beckoned by the Roster Monster, the class converged . . Isn't this what its all about at the Penn. College of Pronatory Medicine?” Dr. Martin took us from Shade to Sutter, stopping to smile and deliver an occasional one-liner. This is a Japas. in case you want to go home and do one this evening.” Rearfoot surgery: tendon transfers according to Green, lumps and bumps with Urrichio. and bone scans by Blade” Mandracchia. VJM, the course director, delivered words in lightning succession, but had his heart in the right place as surgical clinician and teacher in the O.R. For many of us a favorite. 12

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Dr. DiPrlma asked that we not mention notes but . we couldn't resist. Thanks to the efforts of a few patient classmates, thousands of pages of facts were distributed over three years. And not one person complained! Considering the size of the task-the hours- and marginal salaries- the task was well done after incisions healed. Make your $50.00 check payable to D. Adams or M. Johnson. . . Summer clinic found us at the helm in SOD- Surgery, Ortho. Diag- without fourth years' guidance, at last. Some began the infectious cycle of residency paranoia. Others got a headstart on rumor genesis. Many chose a summer extern month as their appetizer. PHASE IV ontrary to the past, fourth year’s start was only a calendar date. “Divided we stand, united we fall” was our slogan now. While scattered explorers went on hospital pilgrimages afar, a select group remained in clinic for their final nurturance before leaving the PCPM nest. Dr. Buckholtz added his own colorful eggs. Externships were like Reeses Pieces: sometimes soft, sometimes hard, colorful, sticky, tasteful, unique, and-hopefully- attractive to E.T.- Extra Training. Strange events in Philly and elsewhere were commonplace in the quest for the Grail. CASPR packets in September were the checkered flag, releasing over 100 neurotic pre-pods into the residency race. Surprises, late night calls, and predicted results combined into a quagmire. The paper chase” was rough enough . . especially for programs which mysteriously disappeared- or positions which didn’t really exist. QCffltf TtH ■ •« » r.twry itrs {A Political cards played Debts collected All's fair game When the residency's connected You visited, that's nice Grades look real fine-Wait for the mail. Go stand In line Some signed on the dotted line A few deserving, that's true Better hands remained empty Will fate shine on you? Clerkships with directors and attendings were valuable commodities. In other offices, it was refreshing to see what we had learned . . and how to use It. Incredible diversity. Long hours or short days. The VA In Philly offered so much for so many. Don’t forget to sign the door PM-1 and PM-4 were resurrected to make sure graduates could chip as well as start IV’s. Classes were few and far between ... Dr. Zulll was exemplary in Radiology- Fourth Year Style. Our funnels filled to overflowing. we learned to articulate in an Accurate Awesome fashion-instead of Awkward, Awful, and Ass-anine. Dr. Hymes showed us how to send Christmas cards, arrange flowers, and get blood from stones- with numbers and letters for each (Hymes 8675309). Dr Gary will be in next week to lecture about bathroom tiles . Cadaver surgery was a means of completing check-off sheets and listening to distinguished guests like Lutheran's Samurai Sherman ask. Don’t you know who I am? I always carry American Express”. Dead legs don't complain postop. Ginic was truly an exhausting ordeal, as we served as consultants to third year workhorses. Afternoons existed as pleasurable reminders of how to write a chart, or insist on prophylactic bunion surgery Moe transformed to Bob, while Larry and Curly kept their identities. Drs. Galati and Hanley finally perfected telepathic schneiding. Ron Greene had gone to pastures bearing his name. CASPR made a very small profit on Drs. Vuong Du. where are you? The South Philly Club of Menna, Cangiano, and Milione were unavailable for comment due to fittings for Sergio Valente O.R. scrubs. Jeff Todd completed his will, leaving his class picture to Nancy Yaros. After hanging around waiting to .. . for four years. Konchar did graduate. Cheese was nearly a household term, along with Ram B. Fuchsin and Lonus. Dr. Gavin, whose slogan was if It’s physical, it’s therapy at last reduced his harem to one. A statue in the likeness of Dr. Ma-diefsky erected in memory of his comradeship will be completed by year 2083. Mike Wanna Ball hailed from Texas. “Only two things come outta Texas (see an Officer and A Gentleman). Speaking of films, don’t miss this summer’s Never Say Never with beach scenes featuring Roz M. and Charlene L. Co-starring Sean Connery. Drew One Better” Black’s record study time of 60 seconds for Neuro's final stands unbroken. The Class Roast was a collection of talent, mayhem, and rejoicing- a good time by all at Clnelli's. Thanx to the efforts of all involved. Those not selected for the residency route obtained preceptorships- or packed their bags for Texas or Maine for a National Health Corps practice site. Hope you all remember to write . . You too, Dr. X. n conclusion, wc have captured herein but a fragment of the memories and joys which will be reflected upon all our lives. When all is said and done, we are the product of these last 48 months of experiences. Knowledge and skills have been acquired, lasting friendships formed, good times- and bad- shared, and finally . . the Doctor of Podiatric Medicine degree conferred on a warm June afternoon. Early mornings, mountains of notes, rigors of clinic, batteries of tests, residency expectations- all rest silently behind us now. For the fruits which lie in the future, our dues has been paid in full. Go placidly among the noise and haste . . . Respectfully submitted by: Don W. Adams Mark K. Johnson As told to: Mark K. Johnson Don W. Adams 14