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

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btmrm California State University Northridge, B.A. Biology, Alpha Omega Fraternity, Free Lance Musician Bruce: After finisfiing last senior clinic. When Bruce graduates his greatest asset will be his ability to bullshit. Without fail, every weekend Bruce would have new adventures with women, his band, parties, etc. Between Palm Springs, his friend ' s apartment in Malibu, and weekend gigs Bruce went out with more women than you could shake a circumcision knife at (or so the story goes). Whatever he did do on his weekends, he sure tired his bod out; Monday lectures found Bruce nodding off into sweet dreams with his mouth half cocked open. If nothing else, Bruce learned fast the if it glows, it goes. He polished Solnit teeth better than anyone in the lab, and, of course, he was willing to help out a friend, so I ' d flip him my round-out and have a quick shine just before turn in time. (He usually reminded me about it later just for the principle) And, when it came to operative, Bruce was a master at excuses. He always had a reason for his success, failure, and mistakes. In fact, the time he put a tack on my chair and Dr. Clever sat on it he blamed it on Cappelletti. But excuses don ' t imply that Bruce was dishonest, irresponsible, or sneaky just because we were the only two students in the entire lab to miss the same questions on a fixed quiz with the same wrong answers. This was really because we studied so much together, or, at least we started to study. Most of the time was spent listening to Bruce and his damned guitar which will probably be his real love. Dentistry will be more of Bruce ' s bread and butter to support his music habit. It was rare to see Bruce hyper - his last minute exam scrounging doesn ' t count. You could always find him juggling, sleeping, hypnotizing patients, or just plain screwing off in his corner. He was so un-hyper he used to get nervous about being loose. But being loose has nothing to do with the Barrett-Beard grab fanny contest. Here ' s to you, Bruce, the only Jewish kid to invite a Catholic to Passover and celebrate Christmas with the gentiles. Mazeltov, Bruce! J WaA,tu Xa loMi WbUL oa-JL i)u» - J.3 ' IjoV GJU4 (Kj8 a«. I ,IA)-C W . ' My manikin happens to like Aramis! 84 Bob Dylan, eat your heart out

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Doctor, please don ' t check this prep. ' I ' m finishing margins with my new Joe Dandy. ' SS LosAng ■ .sri Santa Monica City College, U.C.L.A. B.S. Zoology, Unlversidad Autonoma de Guadalajara, Dentistry l lc J - - When Kevin came to dental school at U.S.C. he was already a veteran of dental school (or rather a veteran of foreign war) and thought he had everything under control. However, Kevin soon found out that U.S.C. was a little different than Guadalajara - but at least S.C. is quickly approaching their standards. Once back in L.A., the beaches and volleyball quickly claimed Kevin, but nevertheless, he managed to somehow squeeze dental school into his busy schedule - always having to answer instructors questions about why he was so tanned when everyone else was so pale. Really, though, Kevin did spend many hours in lab, singing until it was time for him to go and hash at the sorority that kept him alive (food-wise) for the first couple of years. His sweet, clear voice could easily be heard above all the radios in the lab, as could George Bogen ' s SHUT UP KEVIN! When Kevin got into the clinic he also really got into his patients, one in particular. After that they became like Mutt and Jeff, always together through thick and thin, through class three and resection, through strife and staph. All I have to say about the resection though Kev is why couldn ' t you have done it before occlusion? The future for Kevin is sure to hold nothing but happiness and good beach weather, which is certainly a wish from all at U.S.C, and we are positive his dental career will prosper and he will have Pumice and high shine all the days of his life. What, I ' m supposed to be at a nutrition lecture!? Who turned my mobile cabinet over?

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J.S.C. Chemistry, Sophomore Class President, Newspaper Editor. Student 3ody President. ,g ' The denture final is really canceled? £.■■- Oh God. will dental school be this bad? • ' I ' m telling you sweetheart, my work is tits ' The big trout is in my pants. ' Bear . as we so often hear Joe affectionately called, was a specialist from the beginning, he always loved anatomy, or so we thought. When no one else showed up to class. Joe was always dissecting. We later found out it wasn ' t just anatomy he loved, it was women ' s anatomy; actually it was one woman ' s anatomy . . . Jan ' s. He loved it so much that he married her and from then on it was fun with the Beierle and Bailee Circus . Joe ' s great sense of humor surfaced often during Operative finals. We all remember him dressing up as Santa Claus and giving out Vaseline for Christmas. Or the time, after having retried beans for lunch, he blamed his own foul odors on me as the instructor came over to grade my prep. But. by far the most memorable event was when we placed a thumb tack on Joe ' s chair, during finals, and he had Dr. Clever sit on it by accident. Joe thought he would have to give his first CPR. In addition to his many hobbies (hunting, fishing, playing grab-ass) and interests (lovely Jan), Joe made time to serve us not only as Sophomore class president, and editor of the Tongue Thrust , but also as Student Body President. This display of leadership is only one of his many fine qualities. Joe is an excellent operator, an honest person (disregarding Pedo and Occlusion quizzes) and his concern for his patients, friends and colleagues will make him a super dentist. Having him for a lab partner and friend was one of the nicest things that happened to me in dental school. Thanks Joe. for all your hard work and good luck from all of us. 85