University of Florida College of Medicine - Retrospectroscope Yearbook (Gainesville, FL)

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16 Doctor A word, an image, a responsibility. Yes doctor, you're intelligent; you’re educated; and you're trusted. Trusted by your fellow man with his most cherished and prized possession, his life. So as you go through life enjoy yourself, you have only one as far as I can discern. But re- memeber, when you call yourself “doctor” you shoulder a responsibility. Don’t fracture fact to save face. As Petrarch said, “It is a singular privilege of their calling that a man need only say he is a doctor for people to put blind trust in him. Yet falsehood is more dangerous in this art than in any other.” Archibald Alexander McNeill III Unfortunately the powers that be have not learned that you can’t legislate the totality of human experience, even in an effort to achieve excellence. When such an attempt is made, the rules eventually supercede the thrust of the integrity of the ideal which the rules were originally designed to protect. Hence the morality of the issue is lost, in- stitutionalized, and enforced, with subsequent alienation of those under its jurisdiction. ; For example, research naturally arose from the intellectual en- vironment of the teaching experience. In an effort to communicate the fruits of investigation, the seeker came to rely on publication as his most efficient tongue. Yet in the years to follow a bastardization and distillation of the above process has occurred to the point where the emphasis now lied on PUBLICATION. Not only does one feel compel- led to publish anything that is publishable, but one’s advancement and eventual academic survival is so determined. ' This development has lead to a skewing of faculty priorities away from unquantified activities such as student teaching, to the more readily accredited estimate of one’s worth, one’s literary, profligacy. It is sad to see that the vehicle which served to promulgate the spirit of intellectual pursuit has unwittingly become a beaurocratic device which separates the faculty professor from his innate duty, the nurturance of new minds. Guy R. Ulrich Traumatic Decortication Always the blinds were pulled in your room where you Waited, Patient as a pupa, for a diaper change or a turn Onto last week’s bedsore. Your sightless eyes would burn White in the dark while your sould crouched in the corner. Monthly that winter your mother came and repeated Her conviction that you, ‘would soon be looking better’, And proudly numbered the gooks you'd killed before The shrapnel buried your mind in Asia’s mud. For a year synthetic life had been pumped to your blood Through dozens of tubes. Each day the residents Were pleased to see your heart and lungs were clear — Organs serving no intelligence. Then one morning we found your BIRD unplugged. The corner Was empty. I opened the blinds. Spring was near. K. D. Beernink, M.D. submitted by Michael Proctor “He that sinneth before his Maker, let him fall into the hands of the physician.” Ecclesiasticus submitted by Alan Harmon Circulation of the blood in the forearm William Harvey, Exercitatio anatomica de mortu cordis et Sanguinis in animalibus, 1628 “The stars ain’t so close together as they look to be.” Mark Twain submitted by David Butner “If to the fleeting hour I say ‘Remain, so fair thou art, remain!’ Then bind me with your fatal chain, For I will perish in that day. ‘Tis I for whom the bell shall toll, Then you are free, your service done. For me the clock shall fail, to ruin run, And timeless night descend upon my soul. Faust, Part One Goethe submitted by Michael Proctor Oh doctor, oh doctor, oh dear doctor John, Your cod-liver oil is so pure and so strong. (’m afeared on me life I’ll go down in the soil; If my wife don’t quit drinking your cod-liver oil. Burl Ives, submitted by Arch McNeill This presentation has necessarily been as spotty as its format. We have not the space, nor the time, nor the talent to fully express the experiences of four of the dullest of years, much less these four most recently past. Our intent has been only to record and to preserve little prods to the memory, words and bits of ideas which may in future years allow us to recapture in our minds for just an instant or two a glimpse of what it was... . to be in Medical School . . . at Florida. . . in the Class of 1976. Archibald Alexander McNeill, III Michael Proctor

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Petrarch’ the poet wrote Pope Clement V about the cele- brated French surgeon, Guy de Chauliac (1300-1368): “As always and most especially in the circumstances, brevity becomes the man who wishes to address His Holiness, so I will say my say in brief, speaking my mind with sincerity and a devout heart. I know that your bedside is besieged by the doctors. This is the very mainspring of my fears. They never agree among themselves, judging it blameworthy to contribute nothing new or merely to fol- low in another's footsteps. There is no doubt that they all trade in our lives, as Pliny put it, while hoping for fame asa result of new discoveries. It is a singular privilege of their calling that a man need only say he is a doctor for people to put blind trust in him. Yet falsehood is more dangerous in this art than in any other. Beware: anyone may be de- ceived, so great is the power of hope. There is no law punishing homicidal ignorance and no punitive prece- dent. They learn and it is we who foot the bill; they become expert as they kill. Only a doctor can commit murder and get away with it. Most merciful Father, think of that band as of enemy forces. Let the memory of the man who chose this for his epitaph bear witness, ‘I died of a surfeit of doctors’. The elder Cato’s prophecy seems at last to have come true, with ruin following on the heels of the Greeks and their learning, expecially their medical men. Having got to the stage when men dare not do without doctors. although countless nations manage without them as well and better than we do, and in good health . . . then find yourself a single one who is worthy, not on account of his IN A DISILLUSIONED MOMENT We came from schools throughout the lands) On grades, on luck, on slight of hand. Some did moan they’d done their best And so their daddies did the rest. To cure the sick, yes, raise the dead; A vision flickered through our heads. But soon we learned to crack a joke, While Mrs. Queen, on her deathbed, choked. y So we learned from those above, But very few could teach us love. - Oh, love your work and you'll do fine But to love mankind there’s just no time. The BIRDS continue their somber song. Years go by, we pass along; And with dubious integrity, We collect one more degree. A. A. McNeill, IIT I’m here! At last, I’m here! Despite the pain, despite the fear, d ! manners, but on account of his knowledge and integrity. ie ere: : ‘ Here to meet another soul and chat Their art is almost forgotten . . . as if their business were tails not with ill-health but to bring people round to their point At fees ene Picky: I smil of view. They crowd the sick-beds of the unfortunate, Vm here Se nS high-flown phrases flowing from their lips. A poor sick man dies and all they do is discourse of Hippocratic this and Ciceronian that, trying to turn all occasions — however tragic — to their own advantage . . . In conclusion, let me say that from a doctor intent on his eloquence and not on advice, you must guard your life as you would from an assassin or sly poisoner. Plautus was right, inthe Aulularia, when the cook was told ‘Be off with you! I pay you as acook I’m glad I’m here, despite the bitter pain and fear The pain feels good! It’s good I’m here! Thanks to life, and hail to birth. I cheer! -box!’ not as a chatter box!’ For the rest, take care of your health, ee actin ito toe MAG hes Herth doing what is good and needful to that end. Be of good Tee heeet cheer and hopeful if you wish yourself, and the Church and us-suffering with you — to be well again. And may God keep you.” Petrarch (1304-74) submitted by Michael Proctor “A young physician makes a lumpy churchyard.” “Beware of the young doctor and the old barber.” Benjamin Franklin submitted by Alan Harmon Jimmie Sherman submitted by Alonzo Walker Gascon submitted by Alan Harmon “To see patients without reading is to sail an uncharted sea; to read without seeing patients is not to go to sea at all.’” Sir William Osler submitted by Dave Ramsey POMPE ROS ee we Me ote mee Tita eee TRIS SAID TRE ANCGIEDT, “1S THE MOST IMPORTANT PRECEPT OF THED ALL APD BENDING FORGIARD, The SQCCESSFUL DAD READ ID. LETTERS OF GOLD, “POUT TAKE VOURSELF TOO DAMPED SERIOGSLY -:

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