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

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i.A. lona College NY., Science, Fresno State University, Delta Sigma Delta raternity, Yearbook ' 78. - rz Sure it ' s good, look at Brush! ' Oh Tom, you ' re such a wolf. ' Tom O ' Keefe. A statement in itself. Where did it all begin? Some say New York, some say Fresno. (His wife mentioned Hollywood Blvd.) Wherever it started, though, the story continued here at USC. . . and then I grabbed her like this ' Yeah, Roger isn ' t such a bad partner jfterall. In the beginning, Tom found himself (what little there was to find) rn D lab, surrounded by odd types such as a guy who trimmed his hair by setting It on fire and a senile pervert who was into bondage and discipline. Induced by such as these, the legend of O ' Keefe began. Those near Tom were immediately touched by his diligence, his quiet concern, his inordinate drive for excellence, and his hands (not his technical skills, just his hands). Tom was quick to pour out sincere and emotional oratory in praise of the school, its great traditions, and its numerous outstanding faculty and staff. It was said that the handwriting on the wall had destined Tom for a special place at USC, little matter that the writing was on the walls of the stalls in the second floor restrooms. Perhaps his most crowning achievement was to win the acclaim of his classmates during his senior year, when, after a long and hard campaign (the only thing long and hard about Tom) he was elected class treasurer. Tom accepted the challenge of this office by performing as expected. Seemingly, with all these distractions, Tom would have had no time for anything else. Yet somehow (unbelievably) he has become a pretty good dentist, more powerful than an electromallet. faster than a speeding True-torque, and able to leap wide edentulous spaces with five unit combination bridges. Finally, let it be said that despite dental school, Tom O ' Keefe spent the last four years being himself, and being a friend to those around him After graduation, Tom and his wife Pam plan on getting out of LA. and returning to Fresno. L.A.s loss is Fresno ' s gam. STEVE RASCH

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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

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' Point me towards the bar Dr. Stephen W. ' Tiasch Newport Beach, California B.S. Biology, U.S.C, Delta Sigma Delta Fraternity, Yearbook ' 78, D-Lab Diver Young Diaper Rasch the 901 closed. I bet you tell that to all the guys. ■ I recall with. utter clarity, the first great shock of my dental school career. I met Huggy Bear Rasch . I remember asking myself, How are his hands going to fit in a mouth? Little did I know my mouth was going to be the first. I now have flabby lips. Steve, on the other hand has the smallest and tightest mouth. What a challenge to get through Perio. When Steve wasn ' t following the football team across the country, he would upgrade our dismal lab existence by singing Linda Rondstadfs greatest hits with minor variances. Or he would kneel under his desk with a syringe of water and squirt Dan Armistead ' s crotch. For two weeks, Dan thought there was something wrong with his plumbing. On a more healthy note, Steve would rally us to a den of iniquity called the Bucket . It was here that we all witnessed Steve perform his first deep oral exam. This was not easy, but Steve has an uncanny ability to handle himself in hard In lecture, Steve was at his best. In his quiet and informative manner he would let the lecturer know he ' d rather have lunch with Mary Bierle. In conclusion, other than being an enjoyable lab partner, a good friend and decent person, he ' s cute.