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

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Chorus: the Darleq Hour Back from summer recess came he troops. From fhe road camps, delivery trucks, stores, and construc- tion outfits. Back from the last real summer to the almost forgotten drudgery of life in the dung col- ored monster basking in the fall sun on the corner of Expo, and Hoover. A group, tired of digging, paint- ing and hoisting kegs for the Boss, who seemingly didn ' t realize that he had a soon to be dentist, helping him for a fevi v eeks. Tired guys, but with a new confidence, mentally rested and ready to show all concerned that they were over the big first year and that it was all down hill the rest of fhe way. Up was the schedule of new classes, some familiar, others not. Some new Instructors, some of the same (much loved) often misunderstood friends from before. A new batch of Tools, most of them unrecognizable, but all very expensive; some of them raising controversy as to their actual application. Who ever heard of dental students tracing gothic archs, and what would we ever do with all that well wrapped 4 by 4 inch piece of gold colored tin foil. For that matter what did we ever do with it? At last we received those very useful paper points it had been so hard to get along without, and By George we would have our operative prep, models within a week or so. Seems there had been a short delay in production. Just can ' t seem to depend on the man who makes them up for us. So, Girding up our loins, we began the last phase of the learning process that was to lead us down the familiar path so popular before indoor plumbing was in vogue and deposit us in the Clinic. Once again we placed ourselves in the fond care of our beloved faculty and the Big Sophomore Year was in full swing. Looking back we will have many memories. Dr. Chew was quite certain that teeth are unnecessary in digestion. He had to admit, however, that they are quite useful for filling out upper lips. A very well organized lecturer he surrounded himself, as men in high positions often do, with an outstanding bevy of aids and counselors. Kimball Brown, a man of vast experience, especially in handling men, was a veritable tiger in the lab. He prided himself in his uncanny ability to pith frogs and shellac kymograph records, not to mention his unusual aptitude for tracking down and meteing out punishment on dry labbers. Mr. Robinson (Duhh Roy) was also there with useful information and carefully pre- pared lectures on reproduction of elephants, field mice, and oh yes. Humans. He had graphs too. Another very inspiring instructor who did wonders with his course was Dr. John Soule. Pathology really came to life under his able guidance. He was able to instill a feeling of confidence in us as he gave exam slides from another course but told us not to worry because four or five guys always flunked any- way. A very concise and exacting man in his every mannerism, he was plagued by the perennial late comers — Beazely, Beyer, King and St. Martin. They received just dues though, as watches were syn- chronized and Big Roy was stationed on the back door. The good doctor had little time to help us in fhe lab and it was rumored that he was visiting a hypnotist. Never could be quite sure whether he was the reincarnation of Captain BIy or Napolian Bonaparte. Monday afternoons were spent on the third floor lab undergoing a continuotion of Prosthetic Dentistry with Dr. Harry Darly at the helm. At the first meeting the course was briefly outlined (three hours forty- five minutes). And we were assured that anything we had missed last year wouldn ' t be learned this year. The course was cleverly conceived without a set lecture period. That way the doctor could give us the answers to Just a thing or two that has been brought to my attention, without interruption for the rest of the afternoon. By the end of the year we had learned our lessons well and were sure that in prosthetics, Cigars are the thing to smoke, tinfoil substitute is evil and that one sure way to pass the state board is to lacquer your fingernails, wear tennis shoes and talk with a southern drawl and drool. As it turned out, our sojourn in this department, although sometimes confusing, helped prepare us for the time when we would don our rubber raincaps and be elevated to planes of higher experience in prosthetics at the clinic. Near the end of the year we met Milady and watched her fall under the spell of fhe Silvered Tongue of the prosthetic phantom of a thousand letters, old scout himself. We remember the many hours spent in fhe operative lab. Dr. Sweet and company were there, usually pretty surly in the A.M., but always transformed from the East Side Mob to the Happy Time Boys after lunch at Julies. Our advancement in operative skills was evident as the price for botching the job was jumped to sixty cents plus per tooth. The study in characters continued as we were introduced to Dr. Holt and his buddy system exams. Mr. Brady, with the proverbial calabash, represented the School of Pharmacy and tried to drive home the finer points of pharmacology lab procedures — namely, taking roll and looking the other way. We can ' t forget Dr. Kurtz, et al, administering an excellent and still appreciated bacteriology course. And always a vote of thanks to a good friend, dentistry ' s only marine biologist, Dr. Tibby. At last we were on our way. Laden down with boxes and bags we were ready for the trek across campus. Grease the tube . . . Clinic here we come! 38

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Scab Time The year rolled on despite all that would seem to keep it at a stondstill. We managed to finish the sophomore bridge and Dr. Ho received his Thanksgiving goose. By this time we had learned the ropes of the Technique Building, namely, never check oper- ative until 1:30 or 2 or whenever the department got back from lunch. Further enlightenment was gained by means of phar- macoloby lab, and how to compound (or rather encapsulate) aspirin, the use of congo red, and don ' t put too much soap in the tooth powder — Brady doesn ' t like it strong, and get that zinc oxide and eugenol mixture the rest of the class has been check- ing to him. The engines hummed, the wheels turned, each project was completed; and our long anticipated clinical training was becoming more and more a reality. President Hansing and the class thank Mrs. Root, Mrs. Show and Mrs. Roseborough for their mission of mercy during the past two years. Dental history lecture in progress. Tread mill in full swing. Dr. Ho acquiring a family pet. Inky receives a birthday present. (We bet the only bottle of Southern Comfort frosted with pineapple delight.)

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Vol Clark, President Don Kornblou, Vice-President Bob Hubert, Secretory-Treasurer The Clinic at last!! All our college work and two years of Dental School to get over to the Clinic and to live pa- tients. We were all excited and a little apprehensive at the same time. During this year we each proved to our- selves that we had been trained correctly, we could do the work and patients really weren ' t so bad after all. Several of the instructors proved to be the real hurdles, but as a group, the staff was always there to help us neophytes and their instruction showed in our favorable accomplishments. It was to be a year of hard work, plenty of nervous frustation and at times feelings that we ' d never make it. But we ail did and with lots of fun and laughs included. A good group of class officers helped make this one of our most enjoyable years in Den- tal School. A fishing trip, picnic, and Christmas party were only a few of the welcome reliefs between clinics, special assignments and our own patients. Bus and street car strikes and even a flood slowed things down for a few days, but for the most part we all earned our keep. Yes, it was to be a year we ' d never forget.