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

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My Cod, only three months left! ALLAN LILES, D.D.S. YOKOSAKA, JAPAN University of California at Los Angeles How ' s this for an Eidson stare . . .? - Boy, I do beautiful work! To a fate worse than death was Alan Liles, Naval hero, delivered. Damned to be a land lubber forever, the old swabbie settled down to work in the S and T building among the likes of an Arizona cactus and a Kentucky hillbilly! It took approximately two weeks for Al to police the decks and to stow his gear. Meanwhile, Keating and Lau were helping him stow it — in their lockers! Al then began the long ordeal of maintaining order among the young troopers around him. He told Kittell the evils of tobacco and he was saved. He helped Lau to endure the last fifteen minutes of a set up test and he was tranquilized. He steadied Keating during the Inky carving test . . . but, alas, Keating still shook. Then one day Al met one of his own. There on the poop deck of the S and T stood Rear Armiral Turner tUSN retired) . . . directing a salvage mission below. Instantly, Al and the Admiral were friends for life after all they were both RN (regular Navy). Happily married, Al and his first mate, Necia, live by themselves on a light cruiser anchored in Santa Monica Bay. Once in a while, Al lets his first mate go along on liberty with him (TGIFs), and when this happens the shore patrol really has a big night on their hands. When the boatswain finally pops Al ashore this June, he will enter private practice and we will truly miss one of the greatest guys we have known. 119

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Remember, one tooth at a time . . . FREDERICK T. LAU, D.D.S. PHOENIX, ARIZONA University of Arizona Delta Sigma Delia Fred the Arizona Turkey Lau made a hit right off in dental school . . . receiving all A ' s from Inky (we fee! this success had something to do with the Deit Grip ). There were moments of anguish for Fred though . . . during a freshman set-up test the odor of burning flesh pierced our nostrils. We looked around and saw this guy drop his red hot silver dollar — he still has Baltimore branded on his finger tips, or should we say talon tips. We always enjoyed watching Fred go into one of his tantrums during the last one-half hour of a lab test. Somehow, we never saw Fred during bird hunting season though . . . when the guns were again silent, and the smoke cleared away, we could only hear his familiar stork, smock, smack cry! Fred the flamingo hopes to practice in Phoenix and left the questions unanswered about his children and or plans for marriage. There ' s your chance, Fred! What the hell was it they said about finger rests? 118

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I get less sleep than Worrell — have to make every minute count! VERNON LOCKHART, A.A., D.D.S. PROVO, UTAH Brigham Young University Long Beach City College Vern ' s only real problem in dental school was that he had chronic insomnia. He could never seem to sleep more than three hours a night! In a final desperate move to keep the population explosion down, Vern went to work as a fireman and subsequently as engineer on a Southern Pacific switch engine. Dr. Roy Robinson once told Vern that he did not believe that anyone could work forty-plus hours a week and go to dental school at the same time. Moral: even the best of us are sometimes wrong! For never being caught sleeping in lecture (with his eyes closed) Vern has been nominated to the very top of a list of one to receive the dental school ' s highest award, an 18-carat gold Thompson carver with the initials R.B. overwaxed from angle to angle. To Mrs. Vern Lockhart and the five little Lockharts, for your patience and helpful perseverance, we release to you full title to someone who unquestionably is to become one of the finest and most able dentists in Southern California. . . . works all night on R.R. — sleeps until time for lecture Like this Mike . . . clean living helps though!