University of Southern California School of Dentistry - El Molaro (Los Angeles, CA)

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d|rtstntas nnh a Happg lit Vtnv 11 Now jusf open wide! The Christmas play sent us all home for a well earned holiday; yep nothing to do for two whole weeks . . . what? all teeth to the molars to be carved by the first? When ' d ' you say those casts had to be painted? Ahh, Soule, are you kidding? A practical the first day back? Oh, well, Merry Christmas everyone! a c If the shoe fits, wear it! Sterling Adams demonstrates the inguinal hernia. Cuddles and Bubbles. Land marks of the uncle Clearing the room for the Krebs Cycle. Slide 26. 31

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u txx With a background of suppressed laugh- ter, an introduction is offered The Sainted deZabo. Where ' s the nubian slave? Under the expert directorship of Vice-president Bill Beazley, the class of 1957 produced the annual Dental School Christmas Play. The production starred such academy award nominees as Don Tibby Adams, Roger Benzene ring Tibbetts, John Big Red Evens, and many others all worth mentioning but pictures below will recall these memories. We shall not soon forget the row of faculty members laughing harder than the rest as they saw imitators pan their actions and idiosyncrasies mercilessly, but where was Dr. Hobbs? Excuse me a minute. Did you hear what they said? Jungle noises. 30 No, I ' m cereal! Nuff-said Di ' I evo ' tell you guys?

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. . . let me in coach, I ' ll give ' em hell! With all that ex- pended energy It seems Bill should have gotten off the ground. For the four of us it was a mighty long day, what with scabbing all morn- ing and the beach all afternoon. You take it! ' Don ' t go away mad Bruce, anybody can Ditch The class held what we considered, but not the faculty, a well earned ditch. Though the instructors were not cognizant of the fact, it was agreed that we needed a rest; so off we went to Playa del Rey Beach. V-olleyball, football, loafing, bridge (of course), well filled the day to capacity. What with Stan Reichal ' s flagrant act of dumping water on the card players (and his subsequent dunking in the Pacific), Bob St. Martin ' s attractive wife and bottle of Bordeu Rouge, Harold Eissman ' s icy swim in the briny deep (fiis was entirely voluntary), the day was successful, and we were ready again to fight the seemingly never ending battle of the freshman year.