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

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was the switch of clinics from Thursdays to Fridays and the consequent absence of Rug Head Eyer from these events. It must be also said that he was replaced, un- fortunately, by an almost equally unexplainable person- ality in the person of Joyful John Ankeney, (With my Cadillac I can trim anything on four wheels ). Double clinics proved to be real tough as we all expected. Here we all learned to work for eight hours straight (un- less we were one of the few speed demons), get along without lunches and to control ourselves when that sec- ond patient of the day disappointed. We ' re all hoping private practice isn ' t quite like this!! On the lighter side in the operative department we en- joyed the instruction from and were amazed by the dex- terity of Rapid Ross Huntley, a truly fine operator. New faces on the operative floor included last year ' s grads Porfirio Massey, John Lake, Grandma Fields, Boyce ' s brother Chuck, and Bill Stewart. The end of the amalgam war saw Henry ' s return to the operative, and crown and bridge folds and a conquest of Beverly Hills along with Brother Lake. The Perio Department hit an all time low this year with the departure of Slasher Baer to greener pastures leaving us with Jonnie Grant. This left Thursday as the only day to do Perio. We ' re hoping this situation is remedied soon or Perio will soon take over the prosthetic department ' s now undisputed spot at the bottom of the dental hit parade. Long to be remembered by us all will be Cymanthy who religiously announced our Fr iday afternoon meetings at the 901, as well as the whereabouts of such characters as L. Ewing Scott, etc. Also the girls in the sterilization room whom we all thought were the greatest. If any- one were like these three gals, things would have been a lot more fun at the clinic. This year also saw the raising of weeds instead of the much talked about classrooms and isotope laboratory adjacent to the clinic. But this is about par for the course. Besides, we ' d all really miss those warm, comfortable classrooms where we had those stimulating lectures. May it be said that with all the ups and downs of the clinic it ' s a time in our lives none of us will ever forget; it was rough, but it could have been worse, or could it? In closing we would like to quote a few lines from the writings of one of the lesser known instructors at the clinic. These words helped us all during the clinic years and should be used by the new seniors as a source of in- spiration. If is known simply as the Operative Psalm and reads as follows: He is my instructor. I shall not want; he maketh me to remove all caries, he leadeth me beside the green units. He restoreth my foil, he leadeth me in the direc- tion of ideal extensions for his grades sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the operative department, I fear no margins for he checketh me, his hoe and his hatchet they comfort me. He prepareth a bracket table before me in the presence of mine patients, he annointest my annealer with foil, my cuspidor runneth over. Surely line angles and point angles shall follow me all the days of my life and I will drill in the maxillary and mandibular arches for- ever. Vincent Van Ingraham

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CLASS OF 1957