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

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Fred Hansing, President Ray Johnson, Vice-President Bob Hobbs, Secretary-Treasurer Big wheels now — mighty sophomores. We l new everything there was to krnow about dentistry. After all, we had made one set of dentures, a bridge and even a few operative preparations on big plastic teeth. We could now talk on a level with men of the profession and show the new Freshmen the ropes. Ignorance was bliss. During this year we got to know our class members better. There was plenty of time for chewing the fat during the many lab courses and for making with the jungle noises. All in all this year proved to be one of the more enjoyable of the four year grind. oi ' ■° ' -f 5-.v. r:;z ,m

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Sweal, You Motha ! We ' ll pass over biochemistry, as it was de- cided by the vast majority that more chem- istry was known prior to entering the class than leaving. I suppose the appetite crystal constructed by Mickey and Herb must be mentioned before leaving this subject. Pretty smooth way of avoiding the leg work of that supposedly educative research (?) paper. The first semester came, and was gone be- fore we had a chance to take a breather. We all anxiously awaited the second semester. The sophomores had told us that this is where we were to learn dentistry; and who knows more about dentistry than a sopho- more dental student? The theory was a continuation of the pre- vious months, but now we were confronted with line angles, pulpal floors, flares, pon- tics, occlusal offsets, etc., etc., etc. Those plastic teeth sure cut and chipped easily; but then they were only 28 cents apiece. Will you look at that! I see it but I don ' t believe it! What in hell is it? I think it ' s a ... a ... By god it is, it ' s a shirt; that thing around Dr. Tanner ' s torso is a shirt! It hurts my eyes, I can ' t look at it anymore. More blood was spilled, more tears were shed over our freshman bridge than any other single project for the year. None of us cried quite like poor Mort though, as he vainly tried reseating his mangled mass of Aurum back on the typodont after its fateful sojourn to the curbing in front of Stan ' s house. However, with four eager hands and a bottle of Manechevitz, a semester ' s project was completed in a single night and the deadline made. Profound thanks must be given to Waldo, who, single hondedly pulled Schoenbaum out of the prosthetic doldrums. It was our first set up, time was drawing to a close but seventy eight wasn ' t going to make it. Along came one hundred one, set up his teeth, and saved the day. Again our heartfelt appreciation, Waldo; can you imagine our class without the wit and humor, without the life and sparkle, without the ever readiness to volunteer of our ever lovin ' buddy Dick? Don ' t feel bad though Dick, Phil set the uppers on the lower and visa versa that same day. And so it went, our freshman year was history, leaving behind memories of mass confusion. Prosthetics and histology opened gapeing wounds which were later to be treated with brine and salt; dental anatomy taught us what a tooth was; crown and bridge gave us the concept of polishing gold; and the whole year gave us ulcers. 34

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Soph, Bitch Chiono and Carbon College ' s Babe Thompson. Fore! Umpire Kindy still undecided as to what we ' i ing, soft boil or lawn bowling. play- 36 Once again it was spring and dissipated as we were, we wanted to try out the ole pitchin ' arm and to see how the batting av- erage would come out. The entire class de- scended upon Griffith Park and as the day progressed, we found many Kramers, Man- tels and outstanding footballers, too numer- ous to mention. But the next day was the same as after the freshman outing, there being the usual assortment of aching heads, Charlie horses and shin-splints. Scliufte and Tibbetts rehearse circuit acts.