Wake Forest School of Medicine - Gray Matter Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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td, ,K If V-'YT fs ANNALS -CLASS Grammar school, high school, college training, medical school, internship, residency, private practice and refresher courses-we have commenced on the road toward our goal, the acquiring of the art of medicine. Four years ago we began the medical school phase of our journey, our class consisted of 56 members rang- ing in age from twenty to thirty years, from seventeen states, and representing the products of twenty-one colleges and universities of the nation. On the first day of our journey together in October, 1951, the emotions ran the gamut from ap- prehension to exhileration. Nobody was quite sure what to expect and what was expected of him, but everyone was determined to do his best-and make good if at all possible. Friendships were made that day which were destined to last and make the years more enjoyable. Looking back over the first year of biochemistry, histology, anatomy, neuroanatomy, pathology and bacteriology, it is not easy to understand how so much could have been crammed into so little time. Perhaps the most unpleasant event in the curriculum was the writing of a book on somanics, which each of us was required to do in order to pass a one-hour course which went under the misnomer of Upsychobiologyf' There were the more enjoyable facets which we like to remember-the feeding of the rats, the stomach tube, translating Dr. Artom's lectures, the lackadaisical methods of Dr. Groat in histology and neuroanat- omy fthank goodness for the lab assistants and Quimby Simmonsfwhen they were therelj, and in pathol- ogy and bacteriology, the true friends of the medical students, Dr. Morehead and the Drs. Tuttle, whose ABC. lectures were received like manna from heaven-Dr. Beamer also lectured!! It was not all work by any means, trips over Academy tThe Bunny Trailj to Salem, the Demon Docs on the courts and dia- mond, fraternity dances, and many parties. The most enjoyable event of the year was the class party at Camp Betty Hastings. The summer of '52 came and went, our three months siesta was over and it was time to continue our journey. Wfe began our second year with our number reduced by six. Our hearts were saddened by the death of one of our classmates, XY'arren Batell, of acute leukemia. His humor, good naturedness, and cheerful smile will long be remembered. 6