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

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CLARE STARRETT, D.P.M. Rather than quote George Orwell, or give scholarly advice, I'll simply say, Thanks . Thanks for your support, your attention, your patience. Thanks for being inquisitive, optimistic, tolerant. Thanks for stimulating my sense of humor - and maintaining yours. In that Alma Mater translates to fostering Mother , I have only two pieces of advice: visit often and send money! Voted Best Clinician by the Class of 1984 My best wishes to the Class of '84. Accomplishment, as you have found, is not easy; it takes enormous hard work and oersistance. High scholastic grades af obuifimg a residency are important ficro s in Tm tire success, but without a relentless appetite for self improvement, a constant search for answers to questions you are not certain of, a stubborn persistance to achieve your goals, success will not be yours. You have the potential to fulfill all your goals. You are bright and well trained. This is only the beginning! Good Luck. HARVEY LEMONT, D.P.M. Voted Best Professor by the Class of 1984

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ACHILLES '84 STAFF DAVID TODOROFF Writer JOHN CICERO Art Director SHELLY CHINKES, KAREN KULICK Advertising Editors JOHN MAST DAN ROCHE MARC LIPTON, DALE BERKLEY ANN PINSKI bird Year: Marina Mailed, Mary DeFranco, lob Knoll, Second Year: Gene Shapiro, Dorothy Powell, Pat Agnew First Year: Teresa Zierdan Bob Breiner JANET CARNEY Senior Staff Members Not Pictured: Howard Bonenberger, Greg Cormier, Phil Dao, Josephine De Palma, Paul Fachada, David Holman, Jamie Mintzer. Elaine O'Donnell, Dave Robin, Rob Russell, llene Terrell 7

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The Class of 1984 Is Proud To Present Its History Or La Cage Aux Folles ACT I, SCENE I •Preface to the reader: remember that ridicule is the highest form of flattery !! The Class of 1984 was conceived slowly throughout the school year of 1979-80; and it was born from the loins of PCPM in August 1980. One-hundred-thirty-five stong, we came in all shapes and sizes, and from many strange and faraway lands: Utah, Vietnam, Scranton... some even came from the scarred and tragically wartorn wasteland known as New Jersey. Many occupational backgrounds were represented in this newly formed class of 1984: from teachers to plumbers to professional students... one of our classmates even ran track!! Our first experience with Podiatry school life came with that ever-popular event known as Orientation , which went off without a hitch. In our little groups wc were shuffled from place to place like little lost SHEEP RBC's in some unsuspecting E-rosette (in clinic jackets that smelled more like the plastic wrapper than the toejamb they would come to resemble in the not too distant future...) During I those first two days we became slightly acquainted with a few of our colleages and some of the faculty and administration. We knew that we were hot stuff... college gradu- there (aka the male genital anatomy) from Thelma Chen, who of course learned everything she knew about the subject from years of textbook study. Anyway, let's face it, teaching yourself anatomy from a set of books written in Is ‘es. . . here in Podiatry school. . . mature Student Doc-•rs (the thrill of that particular title quickly wore off). . . ;tting an education that would be totally applicable to our tore as Podiatrists. As time unfolded we would discover lat this wasn't exactly the case. Perhaps most amazing was ie fact that the Residency Hounds began to surface ren at that early date. While many of us worried about aking it through the first trimester, others were planning eir bobbing strategies to unfold in the coming years. We ere about to embark on a journey that could only be iscribed as neat! Yes, in those first few weeks in Podiatry school we were meet many people: Frank Edema, Steve Frank, Frank fection, Frank Lescosky, Frank Pus, Frank Roosevelt Bou- ard, and last but not the least benign, Frank Conway. . . lese guys must have all been related). In Histology our iss could best be compared with a liver lobule. There isted there different zones based upon one's distance m Dr. Conway; from proximal to distal we have: the na Rather Interestaris, the Zona Intermedia and, of urse, the Zone of Permanent Repose. If, for some reason, u don't remember much of the liver (and if by chance u want to), please refer to Bloom and Fawcett. Leeson d Leeson won't have it. . . . It's a piece of junk. Coach Harrington put our team into the real spirit of ngs right from the start. He had a way of making us feel od with his rah-rah speeches even when we knew things :re going sour. In his uplifting tone of voice he would tell to, Review today's material; read a bit ahead each night; d for God's sake, know your objectives!-------and I prom- I'll have those Embryo handouts to you tomorrow. rariably, we'd have to close our eyes, drop back ten ds, and punt. Knatomy was, you will recall, a self-taught course as we d only three lectures: One on the heart, one on the head j neck, and one scintillating firsthand report on down British of all things was not an easy task as two of our earliest casualties. Bob Skrypeck and Pete Felbeck, soon discovered. All was not lost as these two did manage to transfer to Dental school, owing it all to our great background in head and neck anatomy. (The most memorable thing retained is that there are two things that supply taste to the anterior surface of the tongue.) Let's not forget Dr. Churchill; heartbroken from the previous class's failure rate, she decided to make our fantastic voyage around the Circle of Willis, past the Tentorium Cerebelli, and through the upper motor neurons a bit less lesion-laden. Abandoning the time-honored percent system, she replaced it with a grading method that made it almost impossible to fail. . . repeat almost. .. after all, she needed someone to keep her company in the summer. And who could ever forget all those memorable lectures given by those Wizards of Intro to Podiatry: Lyons and Shapiro. Class was actually to meet every other week due to Dr. Shapiro's (the original Invisible Man) nebulous prior committments ... guess they just forgot to tell us about it! ACT I, SCENE II Second term swooped upon us by surprise just after Thanksgiving as we were introduced to the comedy team of Al Pitkow and Tom Davis, who took time out from their busy Saturday Night Live schedules to tag-team-teach the mysteries of Physiology. After wrestling with Pitkow's mind-boggling Tales of jhe Excitable Membrane we are only now beginnng to understand what Davis taught us: Remember that the heart is like wringing out a telephone booth. . . or is it like wrapping your thyroid with Saran wrap... or is it like Addison's with Kennedy's bull testes... wait!. . . who stole my insulin?. . . I'm flying around the room!!— overload. .. lub, dub... lub, dub. .. lub, dub. Lower Extremity Anatomy, the Marine Corps of Podiatry school, was headed by Field Marshall Bruce Hirsch. Ruling his class with an iron pelvis, he insisted that we learn three things: A tubercle is not the same as a tuberosity, a fossa is not the same as a foramin, and most importantly, printing your name is definately not the same as writing it! Surely we all remember when Dr. Hirsch proved himself a compe- F P.k ,h