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

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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!

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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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vonder where Coddard is? BERT LOCKWOOD, D.D.S. lOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA Llniversity of Southern California Psi Omega Beaver everywhere . . . doesn ' t faze me at all! 1 What was that? I heard a crash! Oh. it ' s just Bertly testing the downstairs safety glass with his forearm, or maybe he fell out of the barrel. Oh. well — to say the very least, he is an amazing character. Not only is he an excellent student didactically, but his clinical work leaves little to be desired. A connoiseur of everything good, he enjoys coffee, cigarettes, liquor, and dancing girls. He also surfs, hunts, plays chess and loses miserably at ping pong! Jasper lllis presently contemplating the prospect of private practice around the Los Angeles area (or even Alaska) and is considering the advantages of returning to school to specialize in oral surgery . . . Bertly figures the service is no sweat because he plans to go to Israel for a while so Pook can fulfill his military obligation). Suffice it to say that the blond bomber is our choice to succeed, regardless of the initial path he pursues. f .. ■ ' Did you see that one? 121