University of Maryland Baltimore Dental School - Mirror Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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19 3 7 CLASS OFFICERS R. E. RICHARDSON President M. R. COLBY Vice-President H. FRIEDBERG Treasurer C. A. NACRELLI, JR. Secretary A. W. ZERDY Sergeant-at-Arms W. R. CASEY Historian 22

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FROM START TO FINISH It may have been a perfect ' 36 to many people; but even if a little oversized around the waistline, ' 37 seems to be the number that appeals to most of the cap and gown wearers. To us, the best part of ' 36 was that it ushered in the present academic year. The R ' s had a big year, with Roosevelt and Richardson sharing honors as outstanding men in the country. Dick didn ' t even have to worry about Maine and Vermont, with Nacrelli to see that the works were well ' oiled. ' Others chosen were ' Rube ' Colby, ' Chris ' Nacrelli, ' Baldy ' Friedberg, and ' Butch ' Zerdy. We believe the reason that Friedberg is always trusted with the class funds is that if he did do any chiseling it would show. He would buy a toupee. We wonder if about half of the class has a mania for wearing jewelry, for we have noticed guite a few wedding rings on the hands of several sad looking mortals. Dances were rather few this season because of the tightening up of the Cotillion Committee and the inauguration of the ' closed ' dances. Regardless of this ' freezing out, ' the seniors will have their share of sliding over the waxed woodwork within the next few weeks. A little reminiscence of the past four years may bring back memories, pleasant or otherwise. The first year held as its main interest a little ' cutting up ' on the top floor, together with test-tube experimenting and washing. The sophomore year brought many new students into the fold and they were taught the test-tube technigue and soon they mastered the art of sharp- ening a scalpel for the church ' team. ' The pre-junior year was the year of 34-35 and, so they say, the weather was pretty good; but the only way we could find that out was by looking at the almanac. The nights at the North Pole, they say, last six months, but the pre-junior year lasted eight months, with two weeks off for Christmas. Then came the first year in the clinic. How those white gowns and name cards tickled the vanity of all of us rubes. The first patient story has been repeated so often, each story with a different angle, and each instrument with just the wrong angle. After the first hundred points we were just about as good as any one that ever handled an instrument. After much hard work and worry we all came through the storm, even if the summer was really very warm for some. The year came to a climax with an apology, because of our over- enthusiasm in receiving blue books from a certain gasser. You know, when too much heat is applied, the water will boil over and put out the flame. I guess that is what happened in this case, as the flame no longer burns us up. Seniors at last — the last lap in this steeplechase. But those jumps and hurdles get higher and higher — wow! Prosthetics and Oral Surgery didn ' t help Herbie ' s bald spot or Lem ' s gray hair any, but, as ' H. B. McC always says, Don ' t worry, you ' ll all be there. He has the right idea, all right, and we hope that the above guotation will be a reality. The Senior year is now a reality and the 1200 points is just a dream. Well, as all good things go, we go — we hope. WILLIAM RAYMOND CASEY, Historian • 23