University of Pennsylvania School of Veterinary Medicine - Scalpel Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Meat-slinging battles in Zoology and Anatomy. Paper towel battles in the locker room. Boucher's facial expression upon being hit with a road applev in Anatomy lab. Fla-ck's letters to the---VVatch Com- pany for Dr. Boyer. CunninghamU Gleiser doing a 6-minute mile around Widener's track. Gerberich walking over the finish line after boasting of the ability to do the sameg time-9 minutes. The Dean trying to explain that tri-hybrid problem. Ardito frying to answer to roll call- h-h-h-h-here ! ! Removal of Miller's lip brushu-after six months of careful cultivation. VVortman being requested to move to the front of the room in Medicine class- to answer questions more intelligently. E. B. Miller locked inside the glass ex- hibition case in Classroom D. Gaul defining imbibition for Dr. Martin, gb'

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TH G WEE LIKE T0 EE EAI Gleiser palpating' the ovaries in an anatomy horse-and zing!!-a mousetrap set within the horse closing down on his fingers. Kribs taking rollfhalf the class absent- double cuts for all-Hoop-Hoopen-Hoopcn- Hoopenstet-TRIPLE CUT ! Y Boyer peacefully slumbering on a stool during those brilliant student Anatomy speeches. Baruch turning green and then passing out during our first Anatomy kill. Gardiner being tied up Within a potato sack and thrown on Huidekoper Field by two men after boasting of the ability to stand off Many fifteen men in the class. lVIiller auscultating a dog's heart in front of a client and looking intelligent-but soon to discover his stethcscope ear pieces not in his earswbut still around his neck. Fleck telling Dr. hlartin all about the gall bladder of the horse-how to find it and examine it. Jenne telling Dr. Booth the dog has no prostate in an Anatomy quiz. Boucher losing his moustache in Anatomy lab.

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LIIVER' EXPRESS VVith a clatter of heels and a crunch of bone, With a shoving, a wheezing, and often a groan, There breaks from the crowd four men on the run- 'Tis Saturday noon-with a hundred miles to be done. Into Jenne's V-8 pile the group with a grumbleg The fight for the front seat ends in a jumble, For back with the luggage are Ellmers and Hoop And Craig in the front, a-blowing his toot. A second's delay, for up goes a shout- You forgot my laundry!', cries Hoop, dashing outg Then with motor wide open and a cry of iEHurry3Y The New York migration is off in a flurry. And so it has been each Week in the past' Every man for himself and God help he who's last. Immune to all those who jeer and scorn, The Lovers' Expressw just toots its horn.