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

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Top: E. Jung, F. Lindblom, S. Shalkin, C. Phillips, U, Fcderbush, H. Bull. Middle: W. Umland, R. Wooden, D. Friedwold, E. Radlaucr, N. Miller, D, Rittenhouse, M. Dietzcr. Front: V. Boyus, H. Posincr, E. Pionlek, R. Trolley, D. Galley. Top: W. Hodges, R, Adams, S. Alessi, F. Cane, C. Lipani, G. Gallagher, E. Winslow. Middle: R. Hanft, R. Kohler, H. Dul, R. Tague, V. Semintilli, R. Broadbridge, L. Wagner, R. Parker. Front: H. Mapes, S. Kent, D. Burke, M. Wofe, J. Weitz.

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with the long cigarette holder and the finished product bore no resemblance whatsoever to anything I had ever seen. There, he said, it's as simple as that-stippling is all wrist action . Every Saturday morning, moist and trembling fingers feverishly yanked me from my over-night resting place. The weekly game of practical had begun. At a command from Dr. Humphrey, the bedraggled freshmen proceeded to search for structures whose descrip- tions were relegated to the fine print of Maximow and Bloom. One day, there seemed to bea bit more confusion than normal as the boys staggered into the lab. Their faces were a mixture of deiection and resignation, and as they disinter- estedly went about their work, they muttered continuously about the Duct of Wirsung that dangled and the appendix that looked like a ureter. From all this, I deduced that the graying, lean, and lanky Head of the Anatomy department had perpetuated his quarterly crime against the innocent freshmen. He, too, dabbled in the game of practicaI . As the days of finals approached, my journeys along the streets of Buffalo became more frequent. I spent many long, weary hours with my guardian on those nights and I wish that I could have consumed Benzedrine, too, to keep my eyes open. Exams came and went and we started the second phase of the freshman year. Again, I was to have an important part in the scheme of things as the boys began to delve into the intricacies of the brain and spinal cord. The mutterings were iust as frequent, the practicals iust as difficult-the only consolation being the ten days at rest while the class enioyed the frivolities of civilian life during the Christmas recess. The embryonic dentists OF 1954

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returned with a new vigor and the Drs. Jones and Rasmussen responded with a heightened intensity of work. About this time, a strange, new element was introduced into the conver- sation that passed over me. I repeatedly heard the words Zips , Delts , and Ads , being sprinkled throughout the chatter. The novitiates' talk centered on parties, dances, stags-all very strange-and they seemed to have time for other things than Level 4 and the post-central gyrus. Soon, the social whirl came to an end as the middle of February arrived. The words Zips and Delts were replaced with such unintelligible things as the reflex path to the cerebellum and some nonsense about never lowering-and two zebras. My year's work came to an end and exams again became a thing of the past. I haven't seen hide nor hair of my boy since. The scuttlebutt is that the class is endeavoring by any means, fair or foul, to shift the scene of operations to that beautiful, new building to be erected on the Campus. They are down in the Biochemistry department, fiddling with osazones to cover their experiments to develop a new explosive. They are also taking a course called physiology or Who killed the Cat? l've heard that most of the class are becoming expert drum smokers -must be a thirty-day test for nicotine or something that they're running. l have been retired to my abode for some time but l look back on my days with the Class of '54 as the most arduous but pleasant ones of my life. Top: D, Schirmer, A. Accioni, C. Reed, R. Kohnke, W. Stein, A. Grana, L. Nash. Middle: R. Spolzino, N. Nicosia, A. Pollack, W. Falcone, R. Zogby, C. Swift, E. Szatkowski. Front: F. McCanty, R. Flagg, J. Warthling, L. Crowley, F. Costonzo.