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

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' King Armadong B.A. Pomona College, A.M. Stanford University. M.M., U.S.C, Chairman D Lab Buckit Brigade; President of Crossroads Pornodontists Convention. lU J. ' J ' IY ' ' IVIy God, we ' d better use 20 lb. monofilament. ' •IV Dan will be remembered for many tilings and fine times, but, above all, tiis sense of tiumor will stand out. Quick of mind, mouth, and hand, Dan, alias Armadong, helped make things bearable for the rest of us. I didn ' t know what to make of the Dong when I first met him. Here was a guy, having done time in at least three different colleges, careers in music and teaching, not to mention the Navy, (in the twilight of his life,) willing to submit himself to four more years of servitude. The Dong adjusted well, however. With blazing speed, the Dong was always among the first to finish anything, from a carved right max suppository to a written oral path exam. And the Dong was always a clown. Able to recognize the absurdity of it all, he once came to school as an occlusion drill sergeant, complete with hanging sock; he also squirted Rasch smack in the sock from underneath his desk as Rasch was trying to impress some hygienist. But the Dong was subject to sneak attacks himself; he has been seen running through the third floor looking for his pants, or explaining to his wife how he got his pants wet. Fortunately, Dan could also be a serious student, thank God, or our anatomy lab cadaver would still be left undissected. Armistead also had other oral talents - singing, for one. He spent more time in temple during the Jewish holidays than any gentile I know. But, with his trusty wife Leslie, who toiled in the dungeon called Doheny Library for four years, by his side, old number 287 has erupted from obscurity to who knows what. He will be missed by all; his roots lie in the Bay area, where all the young boys are surely waiting his arrival. Yes, with Dan around, doing time here was a little easier. He has certainly left his mark at this school and will be long remembered, at least until the restroom walls are painted over. Now, let ' s get out of here, the drugs are wearing off. Showing typical cool chairside manner. Visiting Proctodontic Instructor. ' J J ' 1

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Before . . . After. ' I fiaven ' t lost one . . . yet! «J 5 Thats a good sign tfie mirror. she togged Probably one of the most interesting figures to emerge from the class of 1978 is Cleon Plummer. The Space Ace as he has been called, transcended to some of the greatest heights of consciousness of any humanoid must have known. One can deduce such a state from the peculiar behavior manifested by this hard-working individual. Perhaps a rescoring of this above message will shed light. Cleon is the only Jamaican I know who will have four or five projects going simultaneously (usually including a cluttered smelly search for more extracted bicuspids), three hydrocolloid impressions and a fixed and operative assignment, AND be communicating with his outer space satellites. He would seemingly cruise in space for hours to emerge from his cocoon of celestial consciousness and ask, Is this a right or left upper lateral? I have never seen anyone strive harder to survive in an environment where it would seem each day would ration mdre hardship for him. The stamina of this man is a true phenomenon. It would only be the crash of Cleon ' s casetle recorder or the thud of Cleon ' s dental library to the floor during a lecture that would give anyone a clue that Cleon dozed off from pure exhaustion. (Or was it an ateroid coming in for a crash landing?) In conclusion, we all as a class must agree, and I lead the proud pronouncement ... ... When it comes to space, Cleon leads the race. '

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Damn fine prep Tim, but what the hell are you doing with the chop sticks? U.S.C. B.S, Biology, Clinic Camping Award. Air is better than deodorant. ' f l)JM i4)U 1Pu Mn M ' ll When I showed up a week late at the USC Accidental School (where teaching is carrying the meticulous to the ridiculous and learning is strictly accidental), I learned two very important things from my new cell-mate, Timothy Quon. First, you take those little green covers off of gold knives with extreme care, and second, you get up and leave when Muller comes over for no apparent reason, because odds are that he ' s just going to pass wind and laugh at you as you turn green and try to get past him. When I first saw Tim he looked like an Asian stand-in for Paul Newman in the Hustler -just after the thumb breaking scene. Seems Quon had pulled that little green coat off a gold too quickly-right down to the bone quickly. The day after that he had also learned that one can do very adequate thumb surgery with a Bard Parker. Back to the Health Center for stitches In the remaining thumb. Characteristically, Tim didn ' t let these wounds hamper his slow, plodding operative style. In fact. Dr. Pashayan (of blessed memory) thought that the bandaged thumbs actually helped Tim in frosh operative. By sophomore year, Tim Quon, maggot 288, was a dependable, constant point of reference in that manure pile that is USC School of Dentistry, (vlany times by virtue of his organization and calm demeanor (some would say half asleep), Tim helped this old dung beetle roll up a little better ball for that big mushroom farmer up on the 4th floor. You could always depend on Quon to be at an 8:00 class at 8:15 (five steps ahead of fy like Alkov) taking short, crabbed notes on the right half of a page (the blank left side he ' s saving for a future son who will attend USC and marvel at how little the Histo lectures have changed. Tim is the only dental student I know who has wanted to be a dentist ever since he can remember. He obviously enjoys it here, working late practically every night. If there is anyone here at USC doing conscientious work it is Tim Quon. $8995 for this piece of crap. ' 4 ' ■ar ' W H ■ 2 - ' W 4r . ' , ' v . i , ..i ymsmsf-m