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

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J Rm mari 3 ,715 0 ! VMX l ' ' .ff t X g lm J i ll 'W JG up Tor will its You now' President . . J. VAUGHAN MILLANE, JR. Vice-President . . . . JAMES NUNN Secretary . . LUCILLE LEWANDOWSKI Treasurer . . . . LARRY JANUS Student Council . EUGENE BELTRAMI MEDICAL CLASS At last, we had arrived-or so we thought. We were sitting in the same seats genera- tions of doctors had occupied before us, on the first day at medical school. Dr. Kimball and Dr. Aaron, in delivering inspiring words of welcome, faced some seventy odd, bright, inquisitive faces, which reflected pride and pleasure at being among the chosen ones , as well as some anxiety over entrance into a new field of endeavor. We felt, then, a very close kinship and community of interest with OUR PROFESSION. We, who were to become the bleary-eyed sponges whose idea of heaven temporarily would be synonymous with sleep and sophomore status , were perched on top of the world that day. How could we have known that the days to follow were to drag us into the abyss of Tuesday and Saturday recitations, osteology assignments, prolonged soiourns in the microscopic world of histological preparations, weekly practicals and ascending and descending nervous pathways. How many of us would have believed that a boneyard in broad daylight could frighten us, until we were to face it on an anatomy practical?

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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.

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Ahead of us was histology Ifour flights up-four flights down-four flights upl, where we would traverse the alimentary tract slide by slide, to be finally eliminated, thoroughly D igested. There would be frantic Friday nights, when a few would manipulate Morris and Grant in diligent study, while many manipulated the laws of probability to decide who would have to shift his heart from mouth to thorax to stand up and recite. And Neuro!!! Who could have foreseen the memories that would be accumulated . . . the surprise of Sylvia, discovering that pulling on the radius brings down the whole skeleton . . . Dr. Jones, gently informing a cigar smoking class that All the dissection has been done for you on anatomy practicals . . . Jim Zartoshty's need for an interpeter in the lighter moments in anatomy lecture . . . Dr. Warfel expounding on surface tension . . . Luden, the only exception to the somber gallery awaiting the neuro final . . . the muttered And I thought sex was beautiful , after two weeks of prodding in the perineum and scrutinizing slides in histology . . . the reflex ruddiness of Ruth's complexion after a joke . . . and Dr. Jones, being an old softie , and remembering Beltrami on his birthday by calling on him to recite. Who could have foretold the things we would learn . . . the anatomical position . . . who really wrote Maximow's text. . . the sensation of electrocution while testing an inductorium lsee Larry .lanusl . . . that there were vacations between trimesters lall day CF 1954 fr- fxfvvg I!-ffx., gf., 4 L N . B ,lm llel fj I li' tt, 'twig i IW C lln4Topyf1 Frrsknsm.