University at Buffalo School of Medicine - Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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Dirty D never had a date at parties, but we knew-What every pathology student needed-an interpretor for those who couldn't understand German and a wire recorder for those who couldn't take shorthand. Dictum of the Bacteriology Department-One sophomore is no student and always use an adult rabbit!-lt's been said that Jack Gold now swallows stomach tubes for breakfast every morning. Rumor has it that Herb Constantine did have a date in l95O. Don Ehrenreich has confided in some of his close friends that he brought that rain hat from the continent . And then there were those rendezvous between Don Rachow and that tall brunette technician. Dr. Terplan would now like to say just a few words . . . As we close the book on Sophomore Year 1950-l95l , a few chapters are yet to be inserted. Even though everyone suffers from board fever now, we are all eagerly looking forward to being together again as Juniors in the hospitals next year. Top: H. Smith, T. Geoghegan, M. Wadler, R. Maynard. Middle: C. Wakai, J. Shammash, R. Ulrich, R. Peacock, D. Rachaw. Front: J. Frankel, J. Burr, J. Lenzney, N. Durant, T. Spagno.

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Top: R. Nagel, H. Smulyan, G. Bertina. Middle: A. Wiss, T. Atkins, J. Coleman, S. Fogel, J. Fenger Front: H. Constantine, M. Seidenberg, W. Kunz, R. Garvey, F. Oliver. Top: S. Galeotc, H. Lee, M. Sullivan, T. Comerforcl, W. Kelley. Middle: A. Bickelman, J. Voltmann R. Sobocinski, H. Simpkins, R. Powalski. Front: J. Handel, S. Cohen, J. Hurley, J. Gold, D. Ehrenreich.

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President . . DONALD J. BURKE Vice-President . . ALFONSE P. ACCIANI Secretary . . DAVID C. RITTENHOUSE Treasurer ..... . ROGER H. FLAGG Student Council Representative . . CALVIN M. REED DENTAL CLASS It was dark and quiet as I sat mournfully in the crowded little room with my friends and waited silently for the fateful hour to approach. After an interminable wait, there came a clanging of keys, a shuffling of feet, and the pungent odor of a three-quarters burned cigar. The boss had arrived. My brethren and I perked up for we knew that our working days would soon begin again. There was the sound of scattering papers and I felt myself being lifted bodily from my cosy nook and being deposited into the arms of a somewhat bewildered and frightened young man. I, microscope No. 29837, was thus introduced to my guardian of the Dental Class of '54. The change from peace and quiet to work was an abrupt one. Mirrors flashed and screws turned as the disgruntled freshmen sweated and strained in their attempts to identify structures which to me were perfectly clear and transparent. Then came the arduous task of drawings. As my new owner completed what he considered an excellent work, a booming voice roared out. Are you going to actually submit that montrosity? Why, that's the worst thing I've seen in twenty years . A few deft strokes of the pencil by the man