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

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A. 3 j0Ktk fl Wi;9k W H s J ( Jh. : H i % i ' Kdl ll ;e4irfa2 ::!! .fl Los AngeleSi Eafifornia .■■ | U.C.L.A. A.B. Psychology, Vice Pre sident Alpha Omega Fraternity, Instructor Dental Morphology. .. M ' s sHU yi (2. f 1 Marty Feldman Roberts. ' Yes, I missed you Joel. What do you mean Academic Affairs doesn ' t know who I am? Of course, I wax off every night. When Marty walked into dental school he had a very distinct advantage. It would have to be called hereditary odontopsycosis or congenital manifest dentistry. It was in the stars for Marty to enter our honored profession. It wasn ' t enough for his father, brother and countless other blood relatives to be dentists but he had to marry the daughter of a dentist. Marty knew more about teeth the first day of class than a lot of us knew after three trimesters. He did prove to be up to the challenge of carrying o n with some of the best performances of D lab . While the rest of the lab would be polishing their castings due the next morning, Marty would be marginating or waxing up or something else about twelve steps behind the rest of us. At these most trying times for the average dental student, Marty would say, I ' m not worried and go on playing his game of chess or cribbage. The sad part about it was the way every project would turn out great. All he really needed was a mobile polishing unit for the last minute dash down the hall. Marty was always there to help anyone who may need it. He has always wanted to teach and I ' m sure he ' ll be very good at that too. Best of luck to Marty and Andrea in the future.

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alifornia State University Fullerton, B.A., Delta Sigma Delta Treasurer. ' Dear, who threw the cream? Ah nuts, no foils. Yes, we will shine your shoes while we ' re at it. 4 Sure, I ' ll have it for you tonight! It ' s Friday afternoon in D lab: Operative. The tension is mounting. Instruments are slipping through sweaty fingers. Gingival walls are chipping out of Class V gold foil preparations. Amalgam is grainy. Margins are sub. Students are breaking down: some crying, some laughing, some staring blindly into space. Then, from one corner of the lab, it begins: a percussion solo on an air syringe. (A percussion solo on an air syringe?) It ' s contageous. Soon the entire lab is lost in violent reverie; stamping their feet, banging their lamps with hatchets and hoes, percussing their air syringes. As the chaos begins to subside, being replaced again by the sweaty palms and the grainy amalgam, Tom turns to me and calmly confesses, I ' ve decided against dentistry . Tom was always deciding against dentistry at the most opportune times-seconds before a bridge was due, moments before a histo exam. But through it all, he maintained what so many of his classmates soon lost: a sense of humor. He had the unique ability to break the monotony and ease the tension that always infiltrated our preclinical lives. At just the right moment, when frustration was at its peak, Tom would pick up his ever-ready air syringe, make some cryptic comment about his future in dentistry, or pull a jewel out of his bottomless pit of puns ( What would you call the University of Michigan ' s Dental School Marching band? . . . Ann Arbor Band ) In the beginning. Tom had some serious doubts about his prognosis for success in dentistry. But, as his performance over the last four years has shown, his doubts were premature and unwarranted. Tom has succeeded, and luckily for us all, he never really decided against dentistry.

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My place or yours? Gordon, suffering from combat fatigue. ' s;-? ' . Tucson, Ar ' iiona B.S. University of Arizona; Delta Sigma Delta Fraternity, Lab D Diver. No, I didn ' t sleep in this clinic coat! Gordon hails from Arizona, w here one can breathe the air without having to see it first. Early in his first year, Gordon surprised us all by excelling in the mass production of quality jewelry. We often thought that Gordon only came to dental school to develop new techniques in jewelry manufacturing. He quickly moved on to wholesaling gold and silver to other students while becoming a teaching assistant in his favorite classes, Jewelry 153A and 153B. Through careful and purposeful dedication, Gordon developed a very keen eye for selecting the B ' n B (Blonde and Beautiful) of the school. You could often find Gordon at a TG bedazzeled by a bevy of B ' n B ' s. At the end of his first year, Gordon went home for a long weekend and returned with his new bride, Jan. It didn ' t take long until Jan was going to school and working on campus to support the newlyweds. Academically, Gordon seldom attended classes due to previous business committments. However, in spite of his absences, and thanks to class notes, he usually performed very well. Many times, in fact, he would be the first to leave from exams. Clinically, Gordon has shown to have the gSden hands of a jeweler. After graduation, Gordon will be going back to Arizona, hopefully to practice dentistry. In this regard we want to wish Gordon and Jan all the best of luck and success. Vacations and days off will probably give Gordon the opportunity to glide the skies of Arizona or sit in his lab making more jewelry. I am sure that a visit to Gordon ' s office will show a small glass case filled with silver seaguls, and gold pendants and rings. I regret not being able to more fully expound on Gordon ' s future, however, I ' m very late for meeting with . . . I really miss those drive-in liquor stores in Tucson.