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

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Yes, it ' s a cloth towel ... so what? RONALD WHEATLEY, D.D.S. ARCADIA, CALIFORNIA University of Southern California Delta Sigma Delta Ron is not what you woijld call an obstreperous person, nor is he pertinacious or loquacious . . . we have been aware of his presence primarily due to his recalcitrant nature when face to face with authority. There was the time he flipped his Class V foil out at the S T building; he put it back in, burnished the margins and asked Dr. Stark to help him with it . . . well, after it was lost due to an extra graceful trajectory there were ample aoologies to soothe his hyperemic eyes and pulsating cardiac organ. Ignominiously, he repeated a course in endodontics because he could not resist the urge to go to the dental convention in San Francisco during midterm examinations. He talked the dean out of all but endo . . . but this was not without its rewards; it allowed him to get in well with Dud and the boys. Ron certainly cannot be called a pusilaninious person — he has his wings and spends many hours flying over beautiful Southern California. He plans a stint in the USAF then travel before deciding where to practice . . . wherever you go, Ron, we know you will do it in a voluptious manner! 1, 2, 3, wide awake feeling good . ' ' ' I VY ge.od.e-sy (Gr. geodaisia) f

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Now that we ' ve both explained it, is It clear? KENNETH R. WEITZMAN, D.D.S. LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA Santa Monica City College University of California at Los Angeles University of Southern California Alpha Omega You could tell me what you didn ' t like Denney without bringing out your entire list of insults . . . Is it 11 or 13 mm from the tragus (or anti-tragus) , . . maybe my patient knows; I ' ll ask him! Ken, also known vicariously as the flying madman . . . dental school ' s answer to the Hell ' s Angels — the brilliant, eloquent defender of the dental student ' s rights. Ken manages to coufDie uncontrollable exuberance, gross rationalizations, and blind tenacity to come up with a kind of unshakable force. His most brilliant hour on the stage was when he went to Dr. Ho, fire in eye, boley gauge in one hand, PJC prep in the other — demanding to have his check card signed . . . adamantly displaying irrefutable mathematical proof thctt he did not overcut his prep! To wit Dr. Ho replied: Well, you can ' t argue with perfection . . . Our clinic day would not have been complete without hearing Ken tell some ten-year-old patient to interdigitate in centric occlusion then protrude into quartering as you disarticulate your condyles from the most retruded position in your glenoid fossae . . . He shows up at the clinic in the morning replete with motorcycle, helmet, gogles and scab box, steps into his locker, closes the door and utters a few magic words, and emerges spotlessly attired for his first clinic patient. Good luck. Ken. 155

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Hey guys — my guppies died! JERALD WIENKE, D.D.S. KINGMAN, ARIZONA University of Arizona PsI Omega . . . thanks for the lecture, John, on how I should be doing this. Our answer to Gentleman ' s Quarterly . . . It has often been said that never has one person done so much with so few clothes (we thought we ' d inject a little class in here, )erry). His basic interests in dental school lie in the field of prosthodontics — and in a particular individual, one Svengali who affectionately refers to him as the little fellow. Wienke has always been plagued with a great deal of good luck, which has appartently not rubbed off on those who sat next to him during the inital years in our beloved USC! Wienke, during his senior year, was Psi Omega house manager (you ran a loose house, friend). He plans to practice out of the states in some place called Kingman, Arizona ... if not in Viet Nam! Do you have any guppies?