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LIBRARY-LOYOLA UNJVEP?'™ 
MEDICAL CENTER 




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Plexus 

1986 












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Strich School of Medicine 
First Year Class 
1982-83 



Opening 


4 


History of Stritch 


8 


People of Loyola 


14 


Where We Learned 


20 


The First Year 


23 


The Second Year 


31 


The Third Year 


41 


The Fourth Year 


49 


Casino Night 


58 


Boxer Shorts 


64 


Clubs/Intramurals 


68 


Match Day 


70 


Senior Portraits 


75 


Personal Pages 


87 



Stritching the Truth 144 



"This is not the end. 

Nor, is it even 

the beginning of the end. mm 

But it is, perhaps, 

the end of the beginning. . . 



?? 



Winston Churchill 



by Joseph Hildner 



We all had expectations. Plenty of them. It 
would have been impossible to arrive at medical 
school without at least some amount of wonder- 
ing what we were in for; imagining what it would 
be like — what we would be like. Were the horror 
stories true? Would there be oppressive loads of 
data? Inhuman hours? Suspension of the joys of 
youth in favor of an indefinite period of self- 
flagellation? We took comfort in Loyola's com- 
paratively low attrition rate; in recollection of 
interview day: "That tour guide didn't seem so 
miserable." The more we were able to convince 
ourselves that we might not become buried in 
books, however, the more likely it appeared that 
we would indeed become buried in debt. We 
heard that when these years of hard work were 
over, rather than finally taking control of our own 
lives, we would instead be told by a computer 
where to go next: a place where the hours were 
longer, the work even harder. We read about the 
projected "glut" of physicians, the increasing 
threat of lawsuit. But then, almost mercifully, it 
happened. 

We actually became medical students. And 
thus began the steady series of realizations that 



this was not like anything we had ever imagined. 

Many of us had taken a taste of the "real 
world" between college graduation and entering 
Loyola-Stritch. But for most of us, July of 1982 
marked yet one more in an unbroken streak of 
back-to-back years spent going to school— the 
seventeenth grade, so to speak. But as with each 
previous change to a new school, many things 
seemed very different. Certainly, one of the most 
notable differences between college and medical 
school was the simple matter of classmates. After 
having spent four years among a pack of neurotic, 
competitive, slobbering pre-med students clam- 
mering over each other in hopes of finishing on 
the top of the heap, one had cause to ask that first 
day at Stritch, "Where are all the nerds?" One 
might have expected from that heap of pre-meds, 
that the ones we would actually meet in medical 
school would be the pre-meddest of all! 

Instead, as we funnelled into that first 
Anatomy class, we discovered fascinating and 
delightful diversity. From Rhode Island to 
California, from Washington State to Florida, 
they came: A girl with her hair dyed pink in the 
seat ahead . A mountainous defensive tackle who 
played varsity football on National T.V. to the 
left. A born-again Christian on the right. A harp- 



player. An expert at darts. A wife-mother-phle- 
botomist-med student. Marathon runners. Phar- 
macists. Pool sharks. Rock guitarists who helped 
pay tuition through regular engagements at clubs 
and weddings. Undergraduate majors of all kinds. 
All of us sat together, day after day, and wrote 
down facts (among them, one might recall, was 
"A plexus is an intricately interwoven, complex 
network of lymphatics, nerves, or vessels. . ."). 

These facts bore very little inherent signifi- 
cance at first. Patients were only those people we 
saw getting in and out of taxis while we were down 
buying Hi-lighters in the gift shop. They didn't 
seem to matter much when our greatest responsi- 
bility was to memorize the location of the lateral 
geniculate body or count ATP's formed in the 
Pentose Phosphate Shunt. But the facts kept 
coming, and we kept writing them down. Day 
after day. Week after week. Month after month. 

We kept monotony in check, however, with 
plenty of out-of-class socializing, and even a good 
bit of humor in school: Coop notes routinely 
interjected a good dose of personal philosophy or 
an appropriate comic. Costume-clad Histology 
profs on test-day near Halloween who left plates 



Would there be 
oppressive loads of 
data? Inhuman hours? 
Suspension of the joys 
of youth in favor of 
an indefinite period 
of self-flagellation ? 

of Reese 's Pieces at rest stops during the practical 
exam helped relieve some of the pressure. And it 
was difficult to take Monday morning too 
seriously when it began with a fellow classmate 
using the lecturer's microphone to ask if anyone 
had found his pants which he'd lost during the 
party on Saturday. 



Opening 5 



But time moved on and things got worse. Our 
third semester was probably the most aggressive 
onslaught of facts we were forced to endure. With 
deepening debt, a full year of classroom/library life 
to go before the clinical work, and Boards Part I 
standing obstinately in between, there were plenty 
of sober expressions. 

And it was then, when the data load was 
heaviest, that we began to learn much more than 
lecture material. It was an exceptional classmate who 



One had cause to ask 
that first day at 
Stritch, "Where are 
all the nerds?" 



did not gain personal insight into emotional stress. 
There was a while there when it seemed that the only 
times when a fellow student was not suspending his 
own studying to pull our spirits up out of depression 
to reality over a cup of coffee, were the times when 
we were doing the same for someone else. Perhaps 
more significantly than in Microbiology or Pharma- 
cology, those Basic Science years prepared us for 
patient care by driving home the special importance 
of compassion--as they put us on both the giving and 
needing ends of it with our friends. 

Those first years which we spent so physically 
close together were also especially effective at 
nurturing broadmindedness on our part. With class 
members bringing to Loyola so widely various 
interests and approaches to life, we couldn't help but 
at least become aware of alternative attitudes we 
might never have experienced otherwise. Just when 
academic demands were such that we were most 
prone to surrounding ourselves with ourselves 
(becoming oblivious to everything else in the world 
except getting through our own stack of notes) 
something happened to put a stop to it: Someone 
would get on the microphone and encourage us to 
help out with Hunger Week, Amnesty International, 
a financial aid Phone-a-thon, etc.; or the muse would 
strike and we'd find another edition of Stritching the 
Truth in our mailboxes. It also amused us to learn 



how many different styles of studying could success- 
fully achieve the same result! Late-night philoso- 
phizing in the wet-labs, study breaks in the cafeteria, 
and the discussions which ensued around the issues 
raised in the Medical Ethics course all served to 
further intensify the degree to which we grew to 
know each other. 

As familiar as we became in those first two years, 
there were elements in our classmates which we 
could only become aware of through sharing the 
experiences of the floors. Clinical clerkships were 
unlike anything we had done together in Basic 
Science in that each rotation seemed to "feature" a 
discrete few classmates for four or six weeks for us 
to intensively get to know. Racing past each other 
in the morning trying to examine each of our patients 
before rounds, scouring up labs, chasing down charts, 
we grew to have some understanding of the comrad- 
erie soldiers once felt having lived in the trenches 
together. We cringed as the other student got 
crucified on attending rounds or at morning report; 
we got crucified ourselves. Similarly, we felt proud 
of each other in the times when we would come 



July of 1 982 marked 
yet one more in an 
unbroken streak of 
back-to-hack years 
spent going to school — 
the seventeenth grade 9 
so to speak. . . 



through with the right answers, or when we'd pick 
up a finding on physical exam which everyone else 
had missed. 

True, these changing relationships were not 
always positive. There were times when other 



6 Opening 



t&ad 



It was an exceptional 
classmate who did not 
gain personal insight 
into emotional stress. 



students on the service could kiss up to the 
attendings beyond human belief, stealing answers 
to questions directed to someone else, showing the 
others up at every opportunity. There were times 
when, out of the corner of your eye, you'd notice 
how another student examined the patient in the 
bed adjacent to your own patient; or when you'd 
come on service picking up a patient who had been 
followed by another student. In times like these, 
the respect we held for one another either increased 
or diminished, but in either case, we were seeing — 
and showing — our true colors. However, when that 
train-wreck admission comes to you at 4:15 on 
Friday when another student is on call, and that 
student takes the case for you — a certain bond is 
formed which can never be completely broken. 

It was during the clerkships that those empty 
facts we'd spent so much time memorizing in the 
first two years took on their true significance. 
Cystic Fibrosis was no longer a two-and-a-half- 
page coop with a few sentences marked yellow 
somewhere in your pathology notebook. It was the 
murderer of the child you had grown so attached 
to in Pediatrics. And who among us did not 
shudder when the reality of lymphoma was driven 
home? 

Among the most important learning we ac- 
complished on the floors were the endless lessons 
we'd been taught about ourselves. We were forced 
to come in intimate touch with our own weaknesses 
and limitations, as we were reminded of them daily 
and forced to pay for them. We learned — after all 
we spewed about ourselves in those med school 
applications — how we really feel about sick people. 
We developed a strong sense of pride in looking 
back over our many venerable accomplishments. In 
doing so, we learned also that our limitations could 
be improved, some even eliminated. Failures at 
first, we developed by sink or swim method, skills 
in efficiency, time-management, decision-making, 



triage, and simple self-defense. 

Even the coldest and most distant class 
member did not get through this alone. We were 
there for each other when things were rough; 
during marital turmoil, deaths of family, roommate 
problems, unsuccessful pregnancy, depression. We 
shared the excitement of engagements, marriages, 
the birth of a child, Match Day. We experienced 
each other in almost any imaginable circumstance! 
We felt each other fail. We watched each other 
succeed. We saw each other in boxer shorts and 
three-piece suits; in scrubs post-call and in bars 
post-boards; there was St. Lucia, white-water 
rafting, AMSA trips to Colorado, endless dinners 
at each other's homes. 

In short, we learned a hell of a lot more in 
medical school than appears in National Medical 
Board Exams. And perhaps the most special things 
we grew to know were ourselves, and each other. 

We came together as a group of medical 
students for the first time in Anatomy class where 
we were introduced not only to such things as the 
brachial plexus, but to each other. After four years 
in which our experiences have woven us into an 
intimate network of complex relationships, we 
leave together as a group of physicians. At 
graduation, we become "doctors" for the first time. 



A plexus is an 
intricately interwoven, 
complex network. . . 



But it was during those four years together that we 
began to become doctors. It is to the memory of this 
beginning, now at an end, that we dedicate this 
Plexus 1986. 



Opening 7 



The History of 
Loyola-Stritch 



by Mathew Nora 

Loyola University was born in 1870 
under the name of St. Ignatius College. 
By 1909 the enrollment at the school had 
declined, mainly because it was better 
known for its very successful college 
preparatory school, rather than as a 
"college" itself. So in this same year, St. 
Ignatius College followed the example of 
other Jesuit schools and expanded itself 
into a University. The school changed its 
name to Loyola University and moved to 
a new location on Chicago's north side. 
St. Ignatius Preparatory School re- 
mained at the old location to help 
maintain stability in the neighborhood, 
and continues to educate high school 
students today, at the original site of 
Loyola University. 

At the same time that the school 
upgraded itself to a "university" in hopes 
of attracting more "collegiate" students, 
the administrators also decided to begin 
a department of medicine. Bringing this 
change about was particularly challeng- 
ing, accomplished primarily by Rev. H. 
Spalding, S.J. the first regent of the 
school. The difficulties he faced in 
founding a medical school are best 
understood in light of the state medical 
education was in at the turn of the 
century. In 1909, medical education in 
Chicago was in flux in an attempt to 
correct some of the deficiencies of the 
late 1800's. Medical training in 1870 
consisted of two school years, each 
lasting 20 weeks. The second year was 
largely a repeat of the first year. The 
majority of schools had no clinical 
curriculum, and requirements for en- 
trance varied greatly. Most did not even 
require four years of high school. 

Without any standardization of 
entrance requirements, curriculum, or 
facilities, the medical schools of Chicago 
represented a spectrum of quality. Some 
of the lesser schools were run strictly for 
profit, and were considered diploma 
mills. These were referred to as 
"commercial" schools, and were staffed 
by faculty who wanted the prestige and 
increased patient population which 
came to teaching physicians. Any group 
of physicians could easily create a medi- 

8 History of Stritch 



cal school with minimal investment of 
time or money. One medical school was 
even operated out of a converted barn. 
In 1904 there were 15 day-schools in 
Chicago. There were also numerous 
night and correspondence medical 
schools. In addition to these, there 
existed "irregular" schools which includ- 
ed homeopathic, osteopathic, chiropodic 
and eclectic schools of medicine. All 
these schools could legally send gradu- 
ates out to practice medicine without 
any standard minimum qualifications. 
The number of medical schools oscillat- 
ed greatly, many existing for only a few 
years. The value of a medical diploma at 
this time might be appreciated from the 
following letter received by Rush Medi- 
cal College in 1910: 

Please accept of My hand writting 
though I hav'nt been in touch with you 
as to write you before. 

But at this time I write you for a 
Diploma of being a family Doctor. I have 
purchased a family Medical Book from 
Sears Roebuck and I have studied it for 
two (2) years and I have been Examined 
by Doctor-and I Desires to Give Rush 
Medical College Honor of what I know, 
and that is why I asked for a Diploma 
from that College. I have been teaching 
for twelve (12) years and I believe I am 
Prepaired to do the work. I will give you 
One Dollar and a half ($1.50) for the 
Diploma if you will Except of My request 
Please let Me hear from you by return 
Mail. 

On the other hand, there did exist 
a minority of medical schools which were 
genuinely dedicated to improving the 
quality of medicine and physicians in 
Chicago. Dr. Nathan Davis, the founder 
of Chicago Medical College (later to 
become Northwestern University Medi- 
cal School) was a leader of this move- 
ment to improve medical education in 
Chicago. He fought for minimum en- 
trance requirements: a high school de- 
gree and at least one year of college. He 
also felt that the school year should be 
extended from 20 weeks to six months, 
and that the length of studies should be 



increased from two to three years. He 
wanted to require that the curriculum 
include didactic teaching in the basic 
sciences, as well as clinical training. Dr. 
Davis also recommended that tuition for 
medical school be eliminated because 
the majority of students in Chicago were 
from poor midwest farming families. 
These recommendations were not well 
received. This was because there were so 
many medical schools in the area that 
any given school feared that an increase 
in its entrance requirements might drive 
students away to the competition. 

In 1904 Dr. Davis' recommenda- 
tions received support when the AMA— 
which happened to have been founded 
by Dr. Davis himself-created the coun- 
cil on medical education. This council 
eventually became the most powerful 
regulator of medical education in the 
country. The committee wanted medical 
schools to be graded as "A, B, or C" with 
"C" schools being considered unsatisfac- 
tory. In order to have these evaluations 
considered objective, the committee 
requested the Carnegie foundation to 
perform these evaluations in 1910. The 
report, written by A. Flexnor, was devas- 
tating to Chicago area medical schools, 
describing the city as "the plague spot of 
the country." The report stated that only 
three medical schools in Illinois should 
be allowed to remain open: Rush, North- 
western and College of Physicians and 
Surgeons (later Univ. of Illinois Medical 
School). These were the only three class 
"A" medical schools in Illinois. In light 
of the Flexnor report, the AMA felt that 
to improve medical education in Chicago 
the number of medical schools must be 
reduced. Although many of the claims of 
the Flexnor report were exaggerated, the 
report did help raise the standards of 
medical education in the city. 

In the next 15 years medical schools 
began to -require two years of college 
preparation, and a compulsory intern- 
ship before being licensed to practice. 
The report also put pressure on medical 
schools to affiliate with universities. 
This was beneficial to both parties, as it 
offered a given medical school the pres- 
tige of a university on its diploma, and 



gave the university a ready-made medi- 
cal department. The AMA encouraged 
this consolidation in hopes that the 
universities would improve the quality of 
teaching at their medical school. 

Ironically, at the very time when the 
Flexnor report was having medical 
schools closed, Loyola was attempting to 
establish its own medical department. So 
there was little sympathy, even hostility, 
towards its organization. Actually, Loyo- 
la was one of the first medical schools to 
follow the recommendations of the Flex- 
nor report. They raised their admission 
standards, offered more formal training 
in the basic sciences, and updated their 
facilities beyond the levels of some of the 
more established schools in Chicago. 
These efforts were ignored by the AMA. 
In fact the AMA eventually tried to have 
Loyola closed through subversive means 



as described below. 

Loyola administrators, in the pro- 
cess of upgrading the school to a Univer- 
sity, decided to affiliate with Illinois 
Medical College (IMC) in 1909. This, in 
effect, added a medical department to 
the school for the first time. Fr. Spalding, 
who had been a former regent of Mar- 
quette Medical School, was called upon 
to develop Loyola's medical school. IMC 
had been founded in 1894. It was housed 
in a three story building initially con- 
structed to be a hotel. Associated with 
IMC was Reliance Medical College. This 
was an evening medical school founded 
in 1907 which used the same faculty and 
building of IMC. Reliance was also 
incorporated into Loyola's medical de- 
partment. 

Fr. Spalding was approached in 
1910 by the Bennett Medical School 



(BMS) which was also interested in 
affiliating with Loyola University. By 
March of the same year, details had been 
worked out such that BMS bought out 
Reliance and IMC, thus becoming Loyo- 
la's medical department. BMS had been 
founded in 1868 as an eclectic school of 
medicine. The BMS hospital had to be 
closed to accommodate the new student 
body of 400 which resulted from the 
incorporation of the other two schools. 
The first graduating class in June of 1910 
consisted of 62 graduates, 41 from 
Bennett and 21 from IMC. The students 
at this time did their clinical rotations at 
Jefferson Park Hospital which had a 90 
bed capacity. 




Clockwise from top left: Illinois Medical College; Bennett 
Medical School; Loyola Medical School circa 1930; and Chicago 



College of Medicine and Surgery. Please see text for details. 

History of Stritch 9 



Dr. W. A. Dorland, author of the Dorland 
Medical Dictionary, added to the pres- 
tige of the school. In 1915 BMS came 
under complete control of Loyola Uni- 
versity. The name Bennett was dropped 
from the title. This acquisition did not 
cost Loyola very much, as the BMS 
administrators had hoped Loyola would 
help it to become a class "A" school. 

Soon after Loyola's affiliation with 
Bennett, the AMA began its attempts to 
close Loyola's medical department, or at 
least to drop it to a class "C" rating. The 



AMA had several reasons for their 
actions against BMS. First, Bennett was 
considered a class "B" school, but its 
affiliation with Loyola was evidence of 
BMS' efforts to improve what it felt to 
be an unjust rating. Secondly, BMS, 
Loyola's medical department, had the 
largest graduating class in the nation. 
This made Loyola appear to be a 
"commercial" medical school, existing 
primarily for profit more than for quality 
education. But the AMA would not 
acknowledge that BMS was as large as 



College Fees 

A matriculation fee of five dollars will be charged on entering 
the college. 

Fee for first year $100 oo 

Fee for second year ioo oo 

Fee for third year ioo oo 

Fee fot fourth year ioo oo 

A scholarship ticket which includes all fees for the 

entire course will be issued for 300 00 

payable in advance. 
Students will be required to deposit with the Secretary five dol- 
lars as security against damage to laboratory or college furniture, 
to be returned if not forfeited. 

. Graduates from other recognized medical colleges may attend a 
full course of lectures in this college by paying a fee of $50 and 
matriculation fee. If they apply for graduation they will be re- 
quired to pay $50 additional and take examinations in the fourth or 
senior year studies. 

Laboratory fees $5.00 each. 

All fees are required to be paid in advance. 



it was as a result of its being a combina- 
tion of three medical schools. Loyola 
even gave its own entrance exam to 
evaluate its applicants more fully than 
neighboring schools, but the AMA view- 
ed this as a method to accept unqualified 
students. Lastly, Bennett had been 
founded as an "eclectic" school which 
was considered one of the "irregular" 
sects practicing medicine. The eclectic 
dogma denied therapy of bleeding, pur- 
gery, and emetics, which had been the 
main tools of "regular" physicians in the 
not too distant past. The eclectic motto 
was: "Prove all things, and hold fast to 
that which is good." As medical knowl- 
edge advanced, all practicing sects had 
to adjust their teachings accordingly. 
BMS had actually been a "regular" 
medical school for many years, but kept 
its eclectic title in name only until 1908. 
Fr. Spalding, in his report on the 
beginning of Loyola's school of medicine, 
cited two examples of how the AMA 
tried to have Loyola closed. The first 



involved the AMA's bringing medical 
officials from Columbus to inspect BMS. 
These officials completely misrepre- 
sented BMS to the AMA. Fr. Spalding 
went to Ohio to defend Loyola's medical 
department. While there, he visited the 
medical school of the officials, and was 
surprised that they considered them- 
selves to be in a position to evaluate 
BMS when their institution was pro- 
foundly inferior to BMS in both facilities 
and standards. His meeting with the 
officials from Columbus and the AMA 
turned into one where the Columbus 
officials had to defend their medical 
school instead of Loyola defending Ben- 
nett. The second example was how the 
AMA sent a spy to attempt to be 
admitted into BMS. This man's mission 
was to try to be enrolled into BMS even 
though he was unqualified. The purpose 
of this was to demonstrate that BMS did 
not maintain its admission standards. 
The spy tried to weasle his way into the 
school by stating that his mother was 



dying, and that he wanted to make her 
happy with proof of his entrance into 
medical school. This spy also took 
students to "some of the lowest saloons 
on Madison street" in an effort to get 
them to reveal damaging information 
about the school. Though this spy was 
never admitted to BMS, the AMA 
printed an article in the Chicago Tribune 
stating that Loyola accepted students 
without high school credits. After clash- 
ing with the AMA over similar issues for 
five years, Fr. Spalding sought legal help. 
These efforts were very fruitful, and Fr. 
Spalding was surprised with how harmo- 
nious the AMA became after they met 
with his lawyers. 

In 1917 Chicago College of Medicine 
and Surgery (CCMS) became interested 
in uniting with Loyola's medical depart- 
ment. Though weakly affiliated with 
Valpariso University, CCMS was being 
hounded by the AMA to close because it 
was considered a commercial school. Fr. 
Spalding did not consider CCMS a 
commercial college because its buildings 
and equipment were maintained at the 
very best levels, limiting its profits. 
Loyola, which was looking for new 
facilities at this time, was enticed by the 
quality of CCMS' physical plant. The 
school consisted of three adjacent build- 
ings that were built originally as family 
dwellings. It was located across the street 
from Cook County Hospital, and in the 
center of many large medical clinics. 
Having opened in 1902, CCMS occupied 
the buildings that used to house the 
Women's Medical college of Chicago 
(Women's Medical College had been 
bought by Northwestern in 1892 and 
moved to the N.U. campus.). Loyola 
purchased CCMS for $85,000. Classes 
were begun at the new facilities in 1918. 
The medical school would continue to 
use this location for the next 43 years. 

Thus, in a short eight years (1909- 
1918) Loyola assembled the componets 
of its medical school. Fr. Spalding had 
accomplished what the AMA wanted to 
accomplish: he closed four medical 
schools in forming Loyola's medical 
school. Approximately 15 years after 
Loyola founded its medical 



department, its rating was raised to class 
"A." But, even while Loyola was rated as 
a class "B" school its graduates had one 
of the highest passing rates of the state 
medical exam of any medical school in 
the city. 

The classes in the early years at 
Loyola and most other medical schools 
in the country were structured similar to 
the six year programs that exist today. 
Students would attend two years of 
college, and then advance to medical 
school. By 1910, a medical degree could 
be obtained after four years of school, 
each year consisting of eight months of 
classes. This was a far cry from the two 
year curriculum of twenty weeks each, 
that existed in 1877. As with students 
today; the last two years of training were 
made up of clinical rotations done at 
surrounding hospitals. Since there was 
no official University Hospital, Loyola 
used many different hospitals during the 
various eras of its medical program. 
Some of the hospitals used from 1917 to 
1936 included Willard, Columbus, Alex- 
ian, Oak Park, Mesercordia, and seem- 
ingly any hospital that had "Saint" as its 
first name. Cook County and Mercy were 
the main hospitals for clinical rotations. 
Cook County, located across the street, 
was a nationally famous hospital offering 
an excellent faculty and patient popula- 
tion. Loyola students started using Cook 
in 1930, and would continue to use it into 
the late 70's. Mercy Hospital, the oldest 
hospital in the Midwest, was founded in 
1850. This hospital had been strongly 
affiliated with Loyola since 1919, and in 
1937, Mercy became the University 
Hospital of Loyola (the equivalent of the 
relationship between Stritch and Foster 
McGaw Hospital today.) 

From the late 20's to the late 40's 
and beyond, funding was the biggest 
obstacle Loyola faced. The buildings 
were too small, so in 1925 they were 
enlarged with a common facade uniting 
the three buildings that had been CCMS. 
This was a patchwork job because finan- 
cial problems prevented proper im- 
provements. By the end of the 1940's the 
financial situation had gotten so bad that 
the suggestion was made for the school 
of medicine to be closed. 

This was when Cardinal Stritch 
came on the scene. He was approached 
on these matters for two reasons: the first 
was that he had long been committed to 
the idea of a Catholic medical center to 
serve the people of Chicago; the other 
was that he was known to be particularly 
adept at raising funds. The Cardinal 



became invaluable to the continuation of 
the Loyola School of Medicine. He 
offered monetary support, lent his name 
to an annual fundraising dinner, acted as 
mediator between Mercy Hospital and 
Loyola University. But most important- 
ly, Samuel Stritch was a major propo- 
nent of building a new medical school for 
Loyola since the old facilities were 
quickly becoming outdated. In 1948, the 
name of the medical school was changed 
to "Loyola University Stritch School of 
Medicine" because of the tremendous 
support which the school received from 
the Cardinal. 

During the 1950's, the Sisters of 
Mercy announced their intention to 
build a new Mercy Hospital along South 
Lake Shore Drive. Because of Mercy's 
affiliation with the Stritch School of 
Medicine, it seemed suitable to explore 
the possibility that the new school of 
medicine might locate adjacent to the 
new Mercy Hospital, and this hospital 
would become the principal teaching 
hospital for the school. Thus began a 
lengthy series of negotiations in which 
Mercy and Loyola-Stritch tried to work 
out details acceptable to both sides in 
making this cooperation a reality. After 
several years of discussion, negotiations 
ceased with the major area of difference 
being control of the clinical departments 
within the hospital. In essence, the 
discussion seems to have been the classic 
struggle between community hospitals 
and their academic affiliates. 



In May of 1959, Mercy Hospital and 
Loyola University announced that the 
two institutions would expand separate- 
ly. Mercy would build a new hospital on 
their present site. Loyola would look for 
a new location to expand since the 
accrediting association had determined 
Stritch's facilities and equipment to be 
inadequate for the needs of medical 
education. By 1962 the 43 year collabora- 
tion between Mercy and Loyola had 
come to an end. 

Loyola purchased nine acres of 
property in Skokie in 1958 with the 
intent to build a 350 bed hospital and 
medical school on the site. There were 
several problems with this plan. First, 
the land needed to be annexed by 
Chicago to obtain city services. The 
bigger obstacle was the surrounding 
neighborhood, which felt the medical 
center would change the character of the 
community. In the end, Skokie sued, 
forcing Loyola to sell its property, but at 
a 1.7 million dollar profit. Meanwhile, 
Hines V.A. Hospital was planning to 
surplus some of its lands because it 
planned a high-rise replacement of its 
barrack-style hospital. A study commis- 
sioned by Loyola determined this to be 
an ideal location, stating that it would 
become the geographic population cen- 
ter for metropolitan Chicago. There was 
,also sufficient land (62 acres), and the 
large patient population of Hines V.A. 
nearby. Loyola purchased the land in 
1961 for a price of one dollar. This 




Surgery in 1920; Photo taken from student's seat in amphitheater/classroom 



acquisition was challenged by a Protes- 
tant organization that objected to the 
sale of government land to a Catholic 
institution. Still, Loyola pursued the 
project. 

By 1961 Loyola had already begun 
what was to be a complete medical 
center, not just a hospital and medical 
school. The dental school needed new 
facilities and would also be located on 
the new property. There were other 
buildings planned for the medical center 
including a motel for families of patients, 
dormitories and apartments for stu- 
dents, and an education center. Due to 
financial and construction problems 
these buildings were never built. The 
hospital capacity was to be increased to 
451 beds from the 350 planned at the 
Skokie site. Ground was broken for 
construction in 1965. The medical school 
was opened on the new campus in 1967 
using building 116 (near our anatomy 
labs). The new medical school facilities 
attached to the north end of the hospital 
were functioning by 1968. 

The early 60's were a convenient 
time for Loyola to expand its medical 
programs and buildings. Sputnik was 
still fresh in the mind of the government, 
which felt that the U.S. was slipping in 
its scientific technology. The govern- 
ment's response to this was to offer 
grants for upgrading the nation's univer- 
sities. There was also felt to be a doctor 
shortage at this time, to the extent that 
foreign doctors were being imported to 
meet the U.S. demand. So legislation was 
passed appropriating money to expand 
the nation's medical training facilities. 
The goverment's support as well as the 
financial support of alumni and faculty 
helped pay for the new medical center. 

The new hospital was not without its 
growing pains. Construction delays 
forced the cost of the project to rise from 
21 to 35 million before any ground was 
even broken. There was some doubt that 
the project should continue with these 
substantial increases. Hines was slow 
vacating its barracks at the center of the 
property where the hospital and school 
were to be built. And in order to avoid 
further construction costs brought on by 
delay, construction was begun on the 
north end of the campus where the first 
buildings were released by Hines. The 
dental school is presently located where 
the hospital was originally going to be 
built. After the hospital was open, some 
faults in the design and construction 
appeared. Examples of these flaws were 
leaks, an obscurely located front en- 




Anatomy Lab 



trance, shortage of elevators and an E.R. 
that cut off entrance to the hospital from 
the west. Also, the original planners 
could never have imagined the rapid 
growth in the number of patients, and 
the subsequent need for larger facilities. 
Cardiovascular surgery was so successful 
that they occupied all the MICU beds as 
well as all the SICU beds on the second 
floor. Eventually the MICU had to be 
moved to makeshift facilities on the 
seventh floor. The hospital doors were 
opened in May of 1969, one year late. On 
its first day, Loyola had only two pa- 
tients, eight full time medicine faculty, 
and no house officers. The administra- 
tion consisted of an acting dean, acting 
chief of staff, acting vice-president, and 
a newly arrived hospital director. Dean 
Barbato, a medical student at the time, 
was one of the hospital's first patients. 
After three months, the average daily 
census was 40, and the hospital was 
losing $15,000 a day. The Stritch School 
of Medicine persisted through these lean 
years, and only became fully self-sup- 
ported in 1974. 

The "new" medical school would go 
through many changes between opening 
in 1967 and the present. The size of its 
class would enlarge by almost 50% to 
120. The percent of women enrolled in 
Stritch would rise from about 5% in the 
50's to 30% in the 70's and 40% by the 
mid-80's. 1972 marked the first year of 
a new three year curriculum (Loyola did 
have a three year course of study during 
WW II, but changed back to a four year 
school at the end of the war.) This change 
from four to three years was prompted 
by the federal goverment, because there 
was felt to be a doctor shortage. The 
government motivated medical schools 



to go to a three year program by cutting 
the federal capitation grant, which subsi- 
dized the cost of educating students, 
from four years per student to three 
years. Thirty-two medical schools con- 
verted to three year programs. By 1980, 
Loyola had returned to a four year 
curriculum, as had all other schools with 
three-year programs. The three year 
program proved to be too strenuous, with 
courses crammed together, limited free 
time, and graduates who were poorly 
prepared for internship. 1979 was the 
last year students were admitted to 
Stritch for the three year program. With 
the return of a fourth year in 1980, came 
additional courses in ethics, statistics, 
and emergency medicine. The majority 
of clinical rotations from the mid-70's to 
present were done at Hines V.A. and 
Loyola. The relationship between the 
two hospitals became tighter as more 
Loyola faculty became part of Hines' 
staff, and many of the residency pro- 
grams merged (i.e. surgery, pathology, 
psychiatry). St. Francis, Resurrection, 
and Mercy also continued to offer rota- 
tions for Stritch students during these 
years. 

After construction of the hospital 
and medical school were completed, the 
medical center continued to grow. This 
growth was mainly a response to in- 
creased utilization of the facilities. Along 
with the rapidly expanding population in 
the western suburbs came the increased 
need for a west side medical center. Also, 
with easy access from two expressways, 
Loyola Medical Center was convenient 
to reach for patients throughout Chica- 
goland. After several years of providing 
quality care, Loyola had begun to devel- 
op a reputation for its high standards, 



and offered the latest in medical treat- 
ment. This increased the demand on 
Loyola from both the Chicago communi- 
ty and the nation. The Burke outpatient 
facility (located at the north end of the 
hospital on the first floor) was so over- 
crowded by the influx of new patients 
that it could not function properly. 
Construction was begun in 1980 for a 
new outpatient center on the south end 
of campus. Also, a new surgical wing was 
underway by 1983 (see page 21). Build- 
ing 54 was remodeled into offices in 1985 
to accommodate the growing staff, and 
a much needed bookstore was built the 
same year. 

The Jesuit goal of providing quality 
education has been well met in Loyola 
University Stritch School of Medicine's 
77 year history. The medical school has 
graduated over 6,500 physicians (4500 
are living today.) The future of Loyola 
University Medical center appears 
bright. While most hospitals in the 



country are reducing capacity, Loyola is 
rapidly expanding. Already planned for 
this year is an MRI facility between the 
dental school and the outpatient center. 
With the success of the cardiac trans- 
plant program, a new wing will be added 
to the third floor to make room for a 
special transplant intensive care unit. 
Loyola is also looking into the possibili- 
ties of a new heliport, cancer research 
building, a new MICU, and expanding 
the medical school to three floors. In 
addition to improvements in its physical 
plant, Loyola will be developing its 
academic programs. The bone marrow 
transplant program will be in action 
shortly. Research will be stressed in an 
effort to bring its level of quality up to 
that of the clinicians and academic 
physicians graduating from Stritch. As 
Loyola achieves greater national recog- 
nition, vacancies in department chair- 
manships are sought by more renowned 
physicians and scientists. The success of 



Loyola's graduates and the Jesuit tradi- 
tion of education are an excellent foun- 
dation for the future of the Stritch 
School of Medicine. 




1 -Hospital 

2-Medical Science Building 

3-Doctors Office Building 

4-Motel 

5-Institute of Medical Ethics and Religion 

The Maywood Campus as it was originally planned before 
construction began. See text for details. 



6-Research Institute 

7-Institute for Medical Missions 

8-Student Dormitory 

9-Interns Quarters 

10-Nurses Home 

11-Institute for the Study of Mind, Drugs and Behavior 

History of Stritch 13 





Raymond Baumhart S.J., President 



Richard A. Matre Ph.D., Provost 





1 




Anthony Barbato M.D., 
Executive Dean 



John Tobin M.D., Dean 



14 




Robert G. Frazier, M.D., 
Senior Associate Dean 




Roland R. Cross, M.D., Associ- 
ate Dean for Admissions 




Daniel A. Burr, Ph.D., Director 
of Admissions 




Allan Streeter, Director of 
Alumni Relations 




Michael L. Rainey, Ph.D., Asso- 
"■ate Dean for Student Affairs 




Teresa J. Wronski, B.S., Assis- 
tant Dean for Student and Aca- 
demic Affairs 



15 






Faith W. Lavelle, Ph.D., 
Anatomy 



Richard M. Schultz, Ph.D., 
Biochemistry 



Roque Pifarre, M.D., 
Cardiovascular Surgery 






Rolf M. Gunnar, M.D., 
Medicine 



Harold J. Blumenthal, 
Ph.D., Microbiology 



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Gastone G. Celesia, M.D., 
Neurology 






Paul G. Tomich, M.D., 
Obstetrics & Gynecology 



James E. McDonald, M.D., 
Ophthalmology 



Wilton H. Bunch, M.D., 
Ph.D., Orthopedics 



16 




Gregory Matz, M.D., 
Otolaryngology 




Edward W. Bermes, Ph.D. 
Pathology 




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R. Morrison Hurley, M.D., 
Pediatrics 



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Physiology 







Robert deVito, M.D., 
Psychiatry 




Leon Love, M.D., Radiology 



Robert J. Freeark, M.D., 
Surgery 



John R. Canning, M.D., 
Urology 



Thanks also to those department T. K. Rao, M.D., Anaesthesiology 

chairmen whose portraits were not Walter S. Wood, M.D., Community/Family Medicine 

available: David C. Thomasma, Ph.D., Medical Humanities n 



Renee Koke — Bacchi, Registration and Records 

"A check for how much?" Gerry Coates, Bursar 




The Shuttle Crew 



18 People of Loyola 



James Whitehead, Dean of Students 




Ruth Schmitt and Kay Rasmussen, Dept. of Medicine 



Fr. John Fahey, Campus Ministry 




Foster G. McGaw Hospital 



How well do you know Loyola? 

by Mary Pat Tierney 

1. When did LUMC first open? 

2. How much did it cost? 

3. How much does the new wing cost? 

4. When is the new wing supposed to open? 

5. Currently, how many beds are there at LUMC? 

6. What's the cost per night of a semi-private room? 

7. Of a private room? 

8. Cost per night of an intermediate care bed? 

9. Cost per night of an ICU bed? 

10. What is the #1 surgery at LUMC? 

11. What is the cost, including hospitalization and physicans fees, for a two-vessel 
CABG? 

12. How many CBC's are done per day? 

13. The average age of the in-service hospital volunteers? 

14. How many hours were clocked by in-service hospital volunteers in 1985? 

15. How many doughnuts are sold per day in the cafeteria? 

16. How many bran muffins? 

17. What are the four favorite meals sold in the cafeteria? 

18. How many people (including children) were seen in the LUMC E.R. in 1985? 

19. Of those seen in the E.R., how many were admitted? 

20. What is the current library periodical subscription? 

21. How many literature searches were done via library staff in 1985? 

22. How much does a colonoscopy cost? 

23. How many inpatients were there in LUMC in 1985? 

24. How many outpatients were seen at LUMC in 1985? 



20 Where We Learned 



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Birth of a Building 





In a medical climate where many hospitals have begun to 
sweat under the heat of DRG's and other financial stresses — 
being forced in some cases to close entire wards or cut inpatient 
services, LUMC emerges as a glaring exception. The growing 
momentum Loyola's reputation has enjoyed in recent years has 
helped through plans for the long-awaited "surgical wing" to the 
south of Foster McGaw Hospital. While groundbreaking actually 
took place in October of 1983, bitter winters, unforseen construc- 
tion difficulties, and other factors have delayed completion of the 
expansion. 

While the addition is referred to in local vernacular as "the 
surgical wing," many various departments and services will make 
the building their home. Such departments include Medical 
Records, Diagnostic Radiology, Pharmacy, Respiratory Therapy, 
and Cardiographies. The building will also house a new Cardiac 
Catheterization Lab, the Nuclear Medicine in vivo lab, Surgical 
Pathology, and other departments. 

While design of the facility has placed emphasis on prepared- 
ness for future growth and development of ancillary services, the 
primary thrust behind the present expansion has always been 
"modernization of surgery and intenstive care." The building will 
include 16 operating rooms, a 50-bed neonatal care unit, and two 
Surgical Intensive Care units of 24 and 16 beds each. As the new 
wing was designed to "modernize" the care available to Loyola 
rather than to increase patient-care volume, these new units only 
slightly enlarge the bed-capacity of Loyola. 

The facility is comprised of 9 levels, two of which are below 
ground. Construction is scheduled to be complete in November 
1986 but the moving departments are not expected to be situated 
until February of 1987. 

Where we learned 21 




Write an order, and you write it to yourself, because you are the only one who will look at 
the order sheet. Whether it was Surgery, Psych, Neurology, or Medicine I or II, Hines was 
a nightmare of busywork, inefficient labs, and cigarette smoke — but full of those unforgettable 
characters we called "the Vets." 



St. Francis, Loyola's north- 
ern branch, was home to 
Surgery, Medicine I & II, 
and Ob-Gyne clerks. A few 
tid-bits to remember (or 
forget): Plunkett Hall, great 
cafeteria food, Plunkett 
Hall cockroaches, Lois, 5- 
North blood draws, the best 
nurses, commuting, pa- 
tients 65 and over (way 
over), and the dreaded OB 
clinic. 



Five minutes from McCormick Place by foot and a fortune 
cookie's throw from Chinatown, Mercy Hospital can be 
remembered for a good cafeteria, busy clinics, and U. of I. 
students. Both Ob-Gyne and Pediatrics clerks had plenty of 
first-hand experience with newborn patients. 



22 







On July 30, 1982, it began. 130 people — previously 
unknown to each other for the most part — were drawn 
together and named the Loyola University Stritch School of 
Medicine Class of 1986. Having emerged from among 5,656 
AMCAS applications, it was a diverse group. Ages spanned 
from 20 to 33. 18 members were married. 3 members were 
parents. 34 were female (26%), and 96 male. 51 were not 
residents of Illinois, hailing from 13 different states (25 from 
California alone). They represented 63 different undergraduate 
institutions. 15 had graduated from Loyola, 10 from Notre 
Dame, 7 from U of I, and 5 from Northwestern. 109 had been 
Science majors, 54 of whom had majored in Biology. The next 
most common major was Chemistry (12) followed by psycholo- 
gy (8). 2 had earned engineering degrees. 10 had gone on to earn 
M.S. degrees. Three of those students entering med school that 
day were doctors already of the Ph.D. variety. 

The two days of Orientation were filled with welcoming 
speeches, introductions, a panel discussion with upperclass- 
men, and distribution of pamphlets and folders, most of which 
— it is believed — have yet to be read. The orientation schedule 
was peppered with many social breaks for coffee & doughnuts, 
a picnic where the bookstore now stands, and a pizza and beer 
party in the Pub. As an encouraging reminder that actual 
human beings and patient care await us as the reason we were 
about to submerge ourselves in basic science, a lively lecture 
on Seizure Disorders was delivered on the second day with a 
patient as an invited guest. 

It wasn't long, however, before those 130 people had begun 
to become very familiar with each other as they quickly 
developed a tendency toward herd movement: That first 
lecture in Gross Anatomy early Monday morning, a mass 
migration to the cadaver lab (with a stop-off at the cafeteria 



CURRICULUM 

First Semester 



for a doughnut), a return stampede to the lower level lockers 
(to the chagrin of the switchboard operators and parking 
department who, from that day until Christmas would grow 
well-accustomed to the aroma of phenol and formalin), and so 
to lunch, more lectures, and more labs. 

The class immediately became very responsive to the 
advice given by those ahead of us at Stritch: "Live it up now 
— it only gets harder." Soon, those 130 people began to grow 
to know each other not simply as classmates in room 2706, or 
as lab partners, but as friends over for dinner, drinking buddies 
on Rush Street, white water rafting partners in Wisconsin, true 
confidants over coffee and and a snickers bar at 3:00 a.m. in 
the wet-labs, or simply as fellow adventurers to Golda's for 
lunch or to the Brookfield Zoo during Embryology lecture. 



Gross Anatomy 

Histology 

Biochemistry 



Second Semester 

Neuroscience 
Physiology 
Biostatistics 
Medical Ethics 




Freshman Year president Marshall 
Steel addresses the class in mellow- 
speak. 



24 The First Year 




MDL Life 





"I could have sworn postsynaptic GABA agonists inhibited 
chloride transport!" 




Roman tries to make sense of today's Far Side. 

Whether it was a primary study spot or simply a place to keep 
emergency Pop Tarts, the MDL was central to the life of the first- 
year student. A less intense alternative to the library, one could 
work there without silent isolation. MDL's (multidisciplinary labs), 
where each student was given a desk and several lockable drawers 
and cabinets, were the site of almost any activity from histology 
lab to post-test parties to late night rap sessions. 

The First Year 25 



As exciting and full as the first year was, a simple truth 
remained: we studied a lot. A whole lot. And in so doing 
developed as many different styles of studying as there 
were members of the class. There were the rare few who 
maintained a steady, even pace; but it always seemed 
that the library was a deserted wasteland the first week 
or two following a round of tests, whose inhabitants 
gradually and grudgingly trickled back the nearer tests 
became. By the last week or two before a test block, it 
was about as easy to find an empty seat in the library 
as it had been to find a taken one when tests were over. 

There were the home-studiers, the MDL/Wet-Lab 
residents, even those who preferred community libraries 
or Rosary and Elmhurst colleges. Many students 
seemed to rotate their sites of study: the open-table 
approach early in the unit where what one lacked in 
solitude, one gained in "scoping;" the study-carrel 
approach as the unit progressed where concentration 
was enhanced with help or a lended coop not far away; 
and the pre-test descent into the dungeon (otherwise 
known as the stacks) when hopelessness had finally 
become evident. 

And it was during those final, tenser days when we began 
to hear the names of new students being paged overhead 
to the library telephone: Billy Rubin, Sue Demonis, and 
others unfit for publication. 




Dave reviews development of the chorion frondosum. 




Above: Bob runs through the urea cycle once more. 
Below: Byung Ho Yu meditates in the wet labs. 



Joan examines the inner aspect of her upper eyelids 





"Oh Oh Oh, To Touch And Feel A Girl's. . .A Girl's. 

. .lets's see now. . . 




"Let's see. I've got it narrowed down to either 
'1,2, and 3' or '4 only'." 




When tests were still comfortably far off, class members 
found time to explore their new surroundings. Escapism took 
many forms, from submerging into downtown museums, 



safaris into the Tropical Rain Forest of the Brookfield Zoo, 
or simply venting frustrations playing "Whack-a-Mole" at 
Great America. 



28 




Marshall directs traffic at an auditorium party 

Paul, Kaveh, and Matt at the AMSA convention in 

Cleveland 



Diane, Steve, and Al console a fellow 
bowler after an untimely gutterball 




The final episode of M*A*S*H provided the opportunity for a MASH BASH and some very 
memorable chili 




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Moved with sentiment after several flagons of ale 
at King's Manor, Carl proposes to Frank 

"The Ending," better known as "The ding," was a favorite 
place to dance, shoot pool, or simply tip a few at regular 



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meetings of the Thursday Night Club 



Dr. Thomasma contemplates softball ethics with a cool one y^ - 

"Look Mom!. . . No I { JP 

hands!"--Dr. Lipsius 




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"This will teach you to skip my 
lectures"--Dr. Webber 




Birds of a feather flock together 




The first year ended as it had begun, on a sunny summer 
day. Suffering from combat fatigue at the end of finals, 
class members gathered at Miller Meadow immediately 
after the physiology exam to seek revenge on that 
department in softball. With the genuine thrill of victory, 
we smiled, knowing finally that we had made it: we would 
survive. The score of the game was 16-10, but in the mind 
of each of these brand new sophomores, only one thing 
mattered: It was one down and three to go. 

30 The First Year 





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Fatigue was obvious the morning of the last exam 



CURRICULUM 

First Semester 
Microbiology 
Pharmacology 
Pathology 

Second Semester 
Organ Systems 
Physical Diagnosis 
Community Medicine 




It has been said of the sophomore year that it "Enters like a lion, 
leaves like a lion;" and we soon learned that there seemed to be some 
truth to that description. By the time sophomore year began, six of our 
original number had already left the class. By year's end, another nine 
would follow. While these departures occurred for a wide variety of 
reasons, this was the period of greatest attrition. 

In the first semester, we faced Microbiology, Pharmacology, and 
Pathology. Because each of these disciplines required a hefty amount 
of sheer rote memorizing, buffered by considerably less hands-on lab 
time than the previous year had been, this may well have been our most 
grueling semester. With the novelty of being a medical student long 
worn away, our last youthful summer already behind us, clinical 
clerkships still in the very distant future, and the "National Medical 
Board Exam, Part I" looming ominously on the horizon, it was 
frequently as much a challenge to keep a positive attitude as it was to 
keep up on the work. 

But lecture by lecture, page by page, co-op by endless co-op, that 
which lay before us was gradually pushed behind, and the light at the 
end of the Basic Science tunnel grew brighter: We actually met those 
"patients" we kept hearing about. We didn't manage them. We didn't 
even follow them. But we asked 90-year-olds if they'd had all their 
childhood immunizations; and we percussed the diaphragmatic excur- 
sion. 



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This taste of clinical medicine was one of several things that made 
the second semester come as a breath of moderately fresher air. The 
Organ Systems course presented more integrated or conceptual 
material than we had yet enjoyed, much of which was review of first 
year material. The preparation for Casino Night functioned as 
indulgent diversion into entirely nonmedical pursuits. 

And somehow, the entire element of social life began to manifest 
a pervasive realization that this was the end of an era; this was the last 
time we might easily round up a group of friends-or go out 
spontaneously in the middle of the week able to end up partying into 
the wee hours without concern for clinical obligations awaiting at 6:00 
A.M. As if to soak up the final weeks of youthful freedom, class members 
seemed to pour it on in the extracurricular department. Soon, however, 
our final finals were upon us, followed by numerous "1/2 M.D." parties. 

When the festivities had died down and the recovery period which 
followed each push for finals was fulfilled, it was time for one more rally: 
To again pick up that stack of review books, Stanley Kaplan notes, co- 
ops, or whatever method one had chosen, and to lean an earnest 
shoulder to the Board Exam grindstone. (Continued on page 40) 



32 The Second Year 




by Carl Coppola 

I had the unique experience of organizing 
and administering the cooperative note-taking 
system during the Basic Science years of medical 
school. It was frustrating at times, but fun to do, 
and it was a great experience in management 
overall. 

Our goal was to provide notes taken on each 
lecture that were accurate and prompt. Being 
able to put trust in these goals allowed coop 
members to actually pay attention to the lecturer 
and accompanying visual aids, think about what 
was being said, or even ask questions. This 
seemed more beneficial than to become so busy 
feverishly transcribing the lecture that one 
couldn't even think. It also ensured a member 
complete notes on all lectures, even if that lecture 
happened to have been missed for one reason or 
another. After all, periodic conflicting obliga- 
tions such as sleep, golf, travel, or even library 
study inevitably arose. For the most part, we 
achieved these goals, improving the service 
greatly in the second year. 

Each member of the coop contributed 
directly, either as a note-taker, printer, collater, 
or distributor. Schedules were established for 
each task on a rotating basis. 

As freshmen, we did our own printing on an 
antiquated mimeograph machine which proved 
to be sloppy and tedious. Once in a while, the 
complaint arose that a note-taker had done a 
poor job. If most members felt similarly, the coop 
was rewritten by its original author. Fortunately, 
this was rare. 



The system proved to be much more successful in the sophomore year. 
We contracted all printing to the print shop which made life much easier. 
We adopted a standard letterhead by Mark Gillis which added a nice touch, 
note-takers were more experienced, and copies were clearer. It sometimes 
seemed that the best part of coop membership was reading the jokes, 
comments, cartoons, or personal philosophy that most authors interjected. 

Based on an enrollment of about 110 members per year, the number 
of lectures, and average number of pages, it is estimated that in two years 
we generated 330,000 sheets of paper! This is equal to 214,277 square feet, 
or the area of nearly four football fields. If you were to line up your coops 
end to end, they would extend 30,250 feet--or 5.7 miles. That's a lot of coops! 
How much of that material do you think you remember? 




"Boy, this collating sure beats heck out of taking notes! 



"Hey--really! My shoes are stuck! 
Old Style--Breakfast of Champions 




Dave seems optimistic about his chances in the 
water balloon toss. 




Paul Rudy awaits the serve. 
34 The Second Year 



"Hey, I like being in charge of the kegs" 




Transient cerebellar dysfunction eliminates Paul from the water 
balloon contest 



"You know, Glen, I'm not 
sure it was such a good 
idea using beer instead of 
lighter fluid." 




The Second Year 35 



by Tony Gregg 

Hunger Week was born on Loyola's Lake Shore Campus 
in 1973. The director of campus ministry on the Lake Shore, 
Maureen Fechtmann, nurtured it to include all Loyola 
campuses, but we in Maywood had yet to respond. We had 
two Goals: 1) to raise consciousness about world hunger, and 
2) to raise money that would be hand carried to areas of the 
world less fortunate than ours. 

Jim Whitehead and Mike Lambesis of the Dean of 
Students' Office supplied encouragement, and offered to 
defray preliminary expenses. We acquired videotapes with 
facts about world hunger and the world's food chain which 
dramatized the magnitude of the problem. At that point the 
limiting factor became manpower. That's when the Class of 
'86 came in. We made collosal posters and commenced to send 
our message to the medical center. Remember the posters 
that strategically curbed appetites near the pub? 

Class members at key locations disseminated Hoops For 
Hunger pledge forms. Most of us asked, Greg demanded, and 
Tina and Lise Anne politely distracted people for donations. 
We sold buttons and collected canned goods for the food 
drive. The week culminated with the Hoops For Hunger 
event. 




Tony, Teresa and Tom kept the gym posted as the results 

flowed in. 




Dave feeds basketballs to John as 
fast as he can shoot them. 



The gym was full of sponsored free-throw shooters and 
workers. Our class, the freshmen, the graduate school, and 
Loyola employees had three minutes to shoot as many 
baskets as possible. Some people couldn't miss, while others 
couldn't seem to connect (we know who we are). The number 
of baskets made ranged from 5 to 61. When the fun ended, 
we had raised over $3,000 in pledges and later collected 100% 
of that amount. This was in addition to other donations at 
the videotape tables. The money and food was distributed 
in conjunction with funds from the other campuses to 
missions overseas and to local soup kitchens. The unique 
facet of this distribution is that the money was hand delivered 
by Loyola's own people who work among the hungry--not by 
bureaucrats. 

The Stritch Class of 1986 has much to be proud of. One 
of our most philanthropic efforts took place one week before 
Thanksgiving, as we trudged through our toughest semester. 
You may also be proud of the fact that the event, which our 
class brought to the Maywood campus, has taken a firm hold: 
November of 1986 marked Hunger Week's third straight 
successful year. 



Physical Diagnosis 




Dr. Taylor: 

"It was my second physical. My preceptor was 
an oncologist. The patient looked, oh, I'd say 
about 300 years old. He couldn't give a history, 
so I began the exam. It went pretty well, I guess, 
until step #34: Auscultation of the lungs. He 
just plain stopped breathing. Permanently. 

Dr. Browne: 

"Before examining her breasts the patient said 
'Wait a minute, how old are you?'" 



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"I hate this. I always forget #48." 

Dr. Brutacao: 

"I started asking the history. (I knew nothing about the guy.) He 
answered ' Yeh; Yeh; Yeh;' to all of my questions. It wasn't until later 
that I learned he was aphasic" 

Anonymous M.D.: 

"It was my first rectal--on an older fat woman. I introduced my 
finger when she said, 'Honey, I'm not complaining, but I think you're 
in the wrong one.'" 

Dr. Wren: 

"This is the truth. I asked him what brought him to the hospital 
and he said 'an ambulance'." 



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Let's see, did he say his great-grandfather 
had scarlet fever or rheumatic fever? 

Dr. Doornik: 

"When I asked what her hysterectomy was for, 
she mumbled 'fibroids'. I asked 'Five boys?' She 
said, 'No, fibroids'. My only comeback was 
'Well, I guess they're both good reasons.'" 

Anonymous M.D.: 

"My first patient was in the ICU. He had 
fulminant psoriasis. He was an alcoholic with 
both upper and lower GI bleeding, and was 
vomiting blood throughout the entire H & P. I 
was a little intimidated." 



The Second Year 37 




St. Lukes Night— an annual semi-formal dinner with skits, 
"" awards, and lots of door prizes. 



38 





Joe, Pete, and Marshall quaff a few watching Maywood Park harness 
races on one of several field trips sponsored by RAMA. 



39 



If asked to cite the four biggest days 
around which life temporarily revolved 
in the trek through medical school, 
acceptance letter day, Boards Part I, 
Match Day, and Graduation usually 
come to mind. On June 13, 1984, the only 
one of those events that loomed as a 
haunting black cloud had finally been 
blown away. With a sigh of proud relief 
and a certain amount of excitement with 
what was next to come, we smiled into 
that new summer sun and savored a 
simple thought: We were half way there. 



Before the long-awaited "Final Final" of 
our Basic Science years, Pete announces 
details of the "1/2 M.D." picnic. 




Release of academic tensions took many forms. 



Following the last exam of Sophomore 
Year, we assembled for the taking of this 
photo--and what would be the last time 
we'd be together in this number until 
Match Day or even Graduation. The 
traditional "say cheese" wasn't neces- 
sary as laughter was supplied by two 
test-punchy freshmen who mooned the 
captive audience at the moment this shot 
was taken. Note the facial expressions. 



40 The Second Year 




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Noontime and the beds are all taken. Again. 

"Imagine! Greater bioavailability at lower cost! That's fascinating! 

Can I have another slice of pizza?" 



We were all pretty excited to get onto the wards — a good thing, since 
"summer" only lasted three weeeks. But for the first time, we were not 
all returning to the same setting or circumstances. For some, the clinical 
years began gently, with Psychiatry or even an elective. Others began with 
a trial-by-fire on, say, Dr. Pickleman's Surgery service or Loyola 
Cardiology. There were even a few whose first day on the floors grew to 
include their first night, as they found theirs to be the first name on the 
call schedule. 

However our rotations tracked out, we had plenty to adjust to — and 
fast. It was challenging enough just to figure out what was happening with 
all the patients, much less to keep read-up on the underlying academics. 
But to make matters worse, we had more important things to learn: How 
to do an H & P in less than four hours; the seven different places nurses 
hide their clipboards; how to find an x-ray; how to get a radiologist to 
pay attention to you once you find the film; how to sign your interns name; 
where not to sit in the nursing station, and so on. With everything so new 
all at once, it was difficult not to give in to sensory overload. In an 
environment of nurse hostility at every turn, attending rounds before you 
were ready, a new patient in the ER, and an appointment with your case 
checker at a time when you still didn't even know where the bathrooms 
were, it wasn't difficult to be humble. "Didn't you calculate your patients 
serum osmolality?" "Ah, no, but I do have the RDW from the CBC..." 

Things improved. We got our bearings, learned those stick figures 
for lab values, and developed our own systems for following patients and 
staying sane. Scut became a second language. IVs, ABGs, foleys, and 
blood draws all rapidly progressed from frightening ordeals to trivial 
pains-in-the-neck. The intimidation of being "responsible for your 
patients" abated somewhat when we found that ours was usually merely 
one of three or four separate write-ups and that our exams were usually 
double or triple-checked. With the rest of the service running at full-tilt, 
patients seemed to appreciate that we were frequently the only ones who 
had time to sit down and explain the significance of test results, the plan 
of attack, etc. Once in a while, patients even asked for our card for follow- 
up in clinic! 



42 The Third Year 




Even clinical rotations could not interfere with 
checking the daily Far Side cartoon. 

The ward rotations brought us a step or two 
closer to sober reality. It was one thing to read about 
melena, but it was quite another to smell it in person. 
We experienced sides of the world we might not yet 
have known: the victim of brutal child abuse, the end- 
stage alcoholic, the 14-year old with PID following 
her second abortion, AIDS. 

But a few rotations into Junior Year when things 
had settled down, while sitting post-call clutching a 
styrofoam coffee cup, eating lunch with an on-call 
meal ticket, a simple truth about the clinical years 
became evident: This was a lot harder.. .but it was a 
lot better. 



Medicine I 





by Ilah Heller-Bair 

Medicine I was an experience. As one of the 
last students to endure the rotation, I had 
already become familiar with progress notes, 
venipuncture, IV's, etc., and had a full year's 
worth of H&P's under my belt. The frustration 
level seemed quite a bit higher in this rotation 
than the others: Aching feet on marathon rounds, 
the omnipresent "new admission in ready to be 
worked up," log books, case-checking, paging 
someone three times to cosign a CBC order you 
forgot to write yesterday but need now; the hours 
wasted waiting for the attending or for a patient 
to return from nuclear medicine should have 
been spent working on that reading list. And 
what a list! Did they really expect us to get 
through that with our schedule? Maybe we 
should have replaced Biostatistics or Communi- 
ty Medicine with Evelyn Wood! 

Organization was my only defense. I finally 
learned to make up a daily scut list which seemed 
to grow longer the more I crossed off. Why was 
the only lab sheet I needed the one that was 
missing? And why, once I found it, was it so 
difficult to find someone to think through the 
results with me? 

It was a switch. Those names I'd heard of in 
P-dog and heard from in Organ Systems now 
learned my name. There was no hiding out at the 
back of the pack. Everyone knows who the junior 
student is, and that's who gets put on the grill 
first. Unlike the classroom, no friendly voice two 
rows back whispers the answer when you draw 
a blank. 

And then there was call. Scut-puppy capital. 
At least it was only IV's ("How many times did 
you try?"), blood draws, etc. The R-l got called 
for the tough stuff so I usually got some sleep. 
And I got very good at being able to find food in 
the wee hours--a skill likely to remain valuable 
for years to come. 

Medicine. It's what I want to do with the rest 
of my life. But there's got to be a better way to 
teach it. 



"Let's see, I'll need a lavender top, 2 red tops, blue 
top, green top, glove, surgilube, hemoccult card, 
and, from the looks of his arms, 3 or 4 jelcos. . ." 



The Third Year 43 



Surgery 



by Bob Sulkowski 

4:30 AM I can't believe it's time 
to get up. The last thing I 
remember, it was Sunday after- 
noon. A quick shower, two cups 
of coffee and off to the hospital. 
Where are the stupid computer 
sheets with the lab values? Who 
took my patients' vital sheets? 
There aren't any nurses around. 
Oh well, I'll just wing it on 
rounds. Better load up my coat 
with 4x4s, tape, cotton swabs, 
gloves, a couple of irrigation 
syringes and might as well toss 
an NG tube in my back pocket. 
Rounds actually weren't too 
bad. The residents knew less 
about my patients than I did. 
Everybody was pretty stable 
except for the two unit players. 
Luckily, neither of them are 
mine. 

6:59 and 48 seconds The doors 
at the end of the hall open and 
here comes Dr. Pickleman. 
Twelve seconds to walk down 
the hall and 7:00 teaching 
rounds have begun. God, I hope 
he doesn't ask me any questions! 
I made the mistake of sleeping 
last night and the only things I 
can remember of the DDx of 
RLQ pain are appendicitis and 
Mittelschmerz. 






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9:00 AM In the OR retracting the liver on the 300 pound 
patient with the bad gallbladder. Pickle's letting the 
intern do his first cholie. This may take a while, so I'll 
just lean back on the retractor and take a nap. I hope I 
don't fall into the anesthesiologist. 

4:30 PM After two more operations, it's off to M & M to 
witness the lively art of conversation. I wonder who's 
going to get hung out to dry today? But I'm really here 
for another nap and, of course, a doughnut. These are 
leftovers from the Korean War. Only Black Holes have 
a greater density per cubic centimeter. Two of those are 
all I've had for breakfast, lunch, and most likely dinner. 
And I don't think I've gone to the bathroom all day! 

6:15 PM More rounds, then to work up the admissions. 
Thyroid cancer in the family and now she has a lump in 
her neck. What? Why do I have to do a rectal exam? Beats 
me. Roll over please. 



Midnight and I'm on call. Soon 
the night nurse will begin to 
hang her new IV bags. I'll have 
about six new IV's to start in a 
matter of minutes. 

3:00 AM Why do they always 
schedule blood draws at this 
time? 

4:00 AM Some patient in the 
burn unit has a temp of 39.6. 
What the heck is that in Fahren- 
heit? Who cares? It's too high. 
Panculture the guy. There's no 
place to draw blood from him. 
It's almost 4:30 AM and I'll have 
to see my own patients soon. 
Therefore, go for the groin. 
Blood cultures X 2 sent. 

Next Day Now to pre-round 
before the residents show up for 
service rounds so we can get our 
act together before attending 
rounds. Three cases today, after- 
noon lecture, two admissions, 
scut on the floor, labs and X-rays 
to check, rounds one more time. 
Out of the hospital by 11:00 PM. 
Microwave hot dogs for dinner, 
my first semi-real food in two 
days. I'm too tired to read and 
too wired to sleep. Finally, it's 
about 1:30 AM. I've been awake 
for 45 hours with only a couple 
naps, and I've got to start work 
in three hours. As I begin to drift 
off to sleep, I come to an ironic 
realization: I want to be a sur- 
geon. 



44 The Third Year 



Psychiatry 



by Jon Seidlin 

Ah, 9 AM rounds with Dr. DeVito. What a 
trip! I used to think I should get in early to write 
notes on all 2 patients I had - and that's where 
my bad habits began. What the hell, I've got all 
day to write these notes... why come in early? 

We had a multiple personality on the service 
- a little sodium amytal and Sybil had come to 
life before our very eyes. One of my patients had 
a paranoia disorder... he believed that he was a 
homosexual mass murderer, cornered in his 
apartment by a police S.W.A.T. team, ready to 
face his own violent death - that's about the time 
his poor brother had to drag him into the 
hospital. "Homosexuality is evolutionary sui- 
cide", he said. Profound beyond measure. 

Yes, and then there was Pt. X. The patient 
who was singlehandedly responsible for my bad 
evaluation. He was able to break down my 
defense mechanisms, those mechanisms that 
kept me from laughing, that is. I'd like to see your 
face if one of your patients took off all his clothes, 
flushed them down the toilet, clogging it and 
flooding his entire apartment, was found stark 
naked in a corner by the cops who had to break 
down the door, and, when asked why he did all 
this, he said: "The gods were so strong and 
powerful, that I had to be in the nude just to stay 
alive!" Well, how 'bout it? And if that one didn't 
break you, how about this. ...Another patient of 
mine had been unemployed for ten years. When 
I asked him if he would like to try some simple 
work to feel useful again, he replied: "Whaddaya 
mean I don't work?! I work very hard keeping the 
Chinese people alive with my love!!" 

Interviewing a psychiatric patient on rounds 
in front of everyone could be quite traumatic. A 
fellow student, who shall remain nameless, had 




to interview a very hostile schizophrenic woman. After a few 
friendly questions the patient suddenly said: "Shut up, just 
shut the hell up!" "I feel hostility in your voice", the student 
calmly replied. These exchanges continued for what seemed to 
be an eternity. When the attending felt the interview was "well 
done," he relieved the student by asking the patient to leave 
the room and to "stop behaving like a child." 

And then there is the matter of the clerkship evaluation. 
Mine sounded like a psychoanalytic diagnosis: "A curious, 
intellectual student, empathetic with his patients and yet a 
rebellious, anti-establishment oriented individual who pos- 
sesses leadership qualities that may be directed toward 
conformity or revolt." Fortunately that statement was not 
forwarded for my Dean's Letter, otherwise I might be looking 
for a job in the business world, or perhaps garbage collecting. 



The Third Year 45 



Pediatrics 



by Mike Mihalov 

My most vivid recollections of the 
Pediatrics clerkship revolve around my 
incredible lack of punctuality. Jackie and I 
started peds in January just after the 
Christmas break and we were scheduled to 
be at a meeting with Dr. Gatson at 8 A.M. 
At 8:10 A.M., we were ambling down the 
fourth floor corridor toward the peds library 
when we spotted Dr. Gatson heading toward 
us. Since we had never met him before, I was 
sure that we could slip past him with my 
chances for a positive evaluation still intact. 
As we had all but attained safe haven in the 
library, he looked us each in the eye and 
deadpanned "You're late." 

Two weeks later, Eric Bieber and I were 
up to bat for Dr. Gatson's relaxing newborn 
nursery week, commencing the six days 
promptly at 7 A.M. Still working on getting 
a glowing evaluation, I awoke on a snowy 
Monday morning in Naperville at 7:15 A.M. 
An hour later, I moved quickly into the 
newborn nursery and found Dr. Gatson 
reviewing a chart with Eric (whose smile did 
not escape my notice). I stopped just beyond 
Dr. Gatson's reach, returned his warm 
expression, and acknowledged, "I'm late." 
Without an instant's hesitation, he replied, 
"I know." 

Besides pleasant encounters with Dr. 
Gatson, Pediatrics was, for me, an introduc- 
tion to the little people— those miniature 
patients who hardly wrinkle their bedsheets 
and make even the most crusted attendings 
smile. And where else but the NICU could 
you treat your patient by turning a few dials 
or make rounds on all of your patients 
without walking more than a dozen steps. All 
of these were reasons to go into pediatrics, 
but one, for me, remains the most important: 
pediatricians don't have to wear ties. 



46 The Third Year 




Obstetrics/Gynecology 



Ob-Gyne demonstrated more strongly 
than the other rotations just how powerful that 
phrase "I'm a student doctor" could be. Not 
only did it get us a ringside seat at The Miracle 
of Birth; it allowed us to actively participate 
in the process. And what about that first 
vaginal exam to assess the progress of labor? 
You approach the screaming patient while the 
father (Why was the father always a semi-pro 
wrestler?) watched your every move. Who were 
you — a junior med student still uncertain as to 
which orifice was where — to be doing this to 
her at such a painful, personal time? You 
return to the resident and confidently bluff: 
"She's at 2 cm, -1 station, 30^ effaced, in 
vertex presentation." The resident suggests 
that you may have been palpating stool since 
20 minutes earlier she had been 6 cm at -I- 1 
station. The sad part is that the resident was 
probably right. 

Then there was the first delivery. You 
stand dressed in sterile garb with hands 
clasped anxiously awaiting this Miracle of 
Birth staring at the poor woman's perineum 
over the attending's shoulder. The attending 
steps gracefully to the right just in time for you 
to catch 2 liters of amniotic fluid in the chest. 
"So that's where the fluid was," he says. At last 
the infant begins to crown. A ball of matted 
hair (a bezoar?), a forehead, then a face. . .a 
little quick suctioning, some gymnastics ap- 
plied to the shoulders by the attending, and 
voila! A baby named "Bobo" for "The Mauler" 
by Dad. 





Now you're invited to participate. "Pull on 
this cord for a while." Basin in hand, forceps 
in the other, you wait 5, then 10, 15 minutes. 
Just as you decide to put the basin back on the 
table, a "rush of blood" pours onto your shoe 
covers (and, inevitably, into your shoes). The 
cord lengthens, and you catch the placenta 
with a one-handed grab. 

The rotation was enjoyable for most of us. 
The patients were healthy, happy, and excit- 
ed — the husbands forgiving. And after six 
weeks we still marvelled at the birthing 
process. 



by Dave Menapace 



The Third Year 47 



What did you think of 
Clerkships vs. Basic Science? 

"I got a lot more sleep in the classroom." 

"You can't catch the floors in the coops." 

"I felt very ill-prepared for Junior Year." 

"If I'd had to do two more years in the 

classroom, I would have quit." 

"My first thought when I stepped onto 

the ward was 'I don't want to be a 

doctor.'" 

"Once I started clerkships I couldn't 

stand to sit down anymore." 

"What impressed me the most was the 

camraderie among the house-staff." 

"Once we hit the floors, Saturday sort of 

lost its status as a weekend day." 




The Luau party featured live entertainment: "The Natives" 




The Natives review the "Pistol Grip" technique 
learned in Physical Diagnosis the Preceding year. 




48 The Third Year 



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When our fourth year began, we were med 
students. When it ended, we were doctors. Not 
"student doctors." Doctors. Real ones. But be- 
tween those two endpoints, we were more than 
fourth-year med students: we were seniors. 

We seemed to see less of each other during 
Senior Year than we did at any other time. At least 
it seemed that way first semester. With only 
Neurology and the Medicine Subinternship as 
required rotations, there was a lot of variability to 
what we busied ourselves with. But it seemed that 
almost everyone spent a healthy amount of time 
away from Loyola those first six months. All one 
had to do was try to get a group together for a movie 
or a party to realize just how not around people 
were. 

At first it was externships — taking a first-hand 
look from the inside at prospective residency sites 
(not to mention getting looked at a lot more 
personally than in a single interview). Or maybe it 
was just a way to spend a month at home one last 
time before residency — letting Mom and Dad see 
you in your nice white coat. Then it was interviews. 
With only 43 r t of the class matching in Illinois, this 
made for a lot of traveling (The average number 
of interviews was 9.1 costing a mean $892 ranging 
from $25 to $3000). 

But soon after Christmas people seemed to 
trickle back to savor the final stretch together. One 
of the first big occasions for partying in the second 
semester had nothing to do with med school at all! 
Difficult as it was to believe, a Chicago sports team 
actually went all the way, mauling the Patriots in 
Superbowl XX. (Editor's note: It was Miami who 
handed the Bears their only loss.) The Thursday 
Night Club which had welcomed in the weekends 
during our Basic Science years became the 
Wednesday Night Club of Senior Year meeting at 
Fio's for quarter beers. There was the wine-tasting 
party, and in general a healthy new interest in 
calling friends up for get-togethers. Match Day 
came and went only adding fuel to the wildfire 
epidemic of the "What do I care how I do on this 
rotation?" attitude which was sweeping through 
the class by mid-March. As one by one the 
obstacles between us and graduation (Boards Part 
II, Medical Ethics paper, etc.) were knocked down, 
life became sweeter. 

Most class members seemed able to finish up 
academic requirements with several full weeks of 
freedom before graduation. And those last few 
rotations found a lot of people sweating out the 
grueling demands of Ophtho, Derm, Rays, Nuclear 
Med, etc. It was in those final weeks when class 
members were packing up to move on that we were 
able to look back over this Loyola University 
Stritch School of Medicine, and view the whole 
picture. 

It was an interesting place, this Loyola. Where 
tuition increased from $9,550 to $11,988 (a 20^ 
increase compared to 12% for the Consumer Price 
Index). Where the average class member went 
$40,000 into debt, the deepest being $90,000 (only 




23 people did not meet Donna Sobie). Where "the parking situation" progressed 
from horrible to inexcusable; but also where the number of cardiac caths and 
CABG's increased each year (1750 caths our senior year, including 85 pediatric 
cases, and 1164 CABG's — over 1% of the national total!); where over 50 heart 
transplants were performed during our stay, the first in March of Sophomore 
year. It was the kind of place where one didn't have to look very far to find plenty 
to complain about — a lot like anywhere else in the world on that count. But 
it was also a place where, after all the little hassles and not-so-little expenses, 
a genuinely excellent education was available to those who wanted one. And 
it was a place — by all available indications — of which we will only grow prouder 
as it continues to earn ever greater local and national respect. 

However varied or debateable our impressions of Loyola had been by the 
end of Senior Year, there was one point about the Stritch School of Medicine 
that seemed more important than all the rest: It was where we became doctors. 



"Since you did not adhere precisely to 
the rules clearly stated in the elective 
catalogue, I'm afraid I can't consider the 
problem further." 



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52 The Fourth Year 



Caffeine: The antidote to post-call de- 
pression. 




"Give me $50 on Lucky Lady in the seventh. . ." 



Notes, notes, and more notes. 



Clerkship in Paradise 



by Steve Roslansky 

For the members of our class who 
spent an intramural clerkship at the island 
of St. Lucia, medical education took a 
radical departure from the traditional 
Loyola experience. 

St. Lucia is even farther from Loyola 
than St. Francis at 14 degrees N. Lat, 61 
degrees Long, in the West Indies, just south 
of Martinique. This tropical island is a 
mere 27 miles X 14 miles with a population 
of 120,000. St. Jude Hospital in the south- 
ern part of the island is home for Loyola 
students. St. Jude's is a 110-bed private 
hospital run by the Sisters of the Sorrowful 
Mother. Built during WWII, it is a two- 
story lime-green stucco building which sits 
on a hilltop overlooking the ocean. It is 
primitive by U.S. standards, but adequate 
in its third world setting. It is staffed by 
local residents and a continuously changing 
staff of western volunteers (U.S., Euro- 
pean, and Canadian) as physicians, nurses, 
dentists, midwives, and lab specialists. 
Several volunteers have more established 
roles such as Dr./Sister Cataldi, a general 
surgeon and Sister of the Sorrowful Moth- 
er. 

When I stepped off the plane, I knew 
I was in paradise. The tropical air was 
humid and 80 degrees F. at 11:00 PM with 
swaying palm trees surrounding the airfield 
and mountains in the distant background. 
As the customs agent stamped my passport 
and 5-week visa, the thick British accents 
and Patois (the local French dialect) all 
around me were the first indications that 
this culture would be unlike anything I had 
ever experienced before. My next surprise, 
on the drive to the hospital, (after adjusting 
to the fact that the steering wheel was on 
the wrong side of the car) was the sight of 
a Heineken Brewery less than 1000 meters 
from the hospital. 





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We found that waiting for the showers to warm up 
was in vain; they don't. Students are usually on the 
Medicine, Peds, or Surgery service with an attending. 
After morning rounds at 6:30 or 7:00 and breakfast in 
the cafeteria, all students work in the outpatient clinic. 
Call is every fourth night, and the ER is covered by the 
student with an attending on back-up. 

We naturally encountered our share of routine 
URI's, gastroenteritis, meningitis, and septic work-ups 
in Pediatrics; and DM, CHF, and Hypertension in 
Medicine, but the parasitic infections, typhoid fever, 
schistosomiasis, paraquat poisoning, and other unusual 
surprises kept us on our toes. Specialized surgical cases 
were referred to the visiting surgeons. We, however, 
became proficient in ER suturing due to the many 
machete injuries which occur there. Diagnostic lab work 
was extremely limited, as was the pharmacy formulary. 
One frequently had to check whether or not a given drug 
or lab test was available before ordering it. 

When not on call, the afternoons were spent 
exploring. Lone Tree beach was 2 miles from the 
hospital. It is a mile-long white sand bejch lined with 
palm trees. A "transport" could take you to the beach 
for one East Caribbean dollar (40 cents U.S.) or you 
could walk down the meandering 2-lane road past 
grazing goats, cows, and pigs. Lone Tree beach was 
excellent for jogging, strolls, body surfing, wind surfing 
or a mile swim out to two small offshore islands. These 



islands had excellent snorkeling reefs and exotic lizards 
and birds. The reefs teemed with squid, needle-nose 
fish, and an occasional small reef shark. The sky would 
change complexion rapidly from a torrential downpour 
to broken clouds in minutes. The sea would change from 
purple to lavender to turquoise to aquamarine. 

The more ambitious hiked the Pitons (2000 ft. 
peaks with very steep trails and beautiful fauna), 
traveled to Anse la Raye (a scuba diving resort with a 
pleasant outdoor bar/restaurant and orgasmic blueber- 
ry cheesecake), and explored other towns or beaches. 
Honeymoon Beach was a particularly excellent surf 
spot. I had brought a board and was able to enjoy perfect 
waves by myself. I even showed local Rastafarians how 
to paddle out and they took to it very naturally. Many 
an afternoon were spent talking with local fishermen, 
workers and children about the island and the culture. 
At night the local hangout is Kupfey's, a tavern in 
someone's home. 100 meters from the hospital, one 
could sip on an ice-cold Heineken or rum and coke and 
listen or dance to local Raggae tunes. The rotation 
passed much too rapidly and before we knew it, it was 
time to head back to Maywood. St. Lucia was an 
incredibly rewarding experience medically, physically, 
culturally, and socially. It was the highlight of my 
medical school career. 



Was that a coffee break from Radiology, or a 
coffee break with some radiology? It's all the 
same for Blaise, Henry, and George. 



A common sight upon returning from an extramu- 
ral elective or two. 




Ever wonder who this 
guy "Moe Bearcat" is 
that gets paged over- 
head stat to ext. 3730 
about 100 times a 
day? This, is he. He 
works in housekeep- 
ing. He's also the guy 
who owns the pink 
cadillac in the parking 
lot. 



Chris, Dan, Dave, and Greg strug 
gle through Club Nuclear Med 




As Time Goes By. 



56 





First Day 


Last Day 
First Year 


Last Day 
Second Year 


Last Day 
Third Year 


Graduation 
Day 


Original Members 


131 


125 


116 


112 


112 


Married or Engaged 


19 


23 


42 


51 


69 


Children/Fetuses 


6 


7 


10 


15 


23 



Presidential Memoirs 



Trying to draw our four years at Loyola-Stritch into concise 
form is an impossible task. This brief review is not designed to 
chronicle all that has happened during our four years of medical 
school; instead, I hope that reading this review will provoke 
memories of our time spent at Loyola. 

It all started on July 30, 1982, with Freshman Orientation. 
Everybody was so nervous, and it was so repetitive: name, home 
town, college, where you're living; name, hometown, college... and 
yes, how can we forget that P = MD! 

But medical school was not as easy as the picnics and parties 
of Freshman Orientation led us to believe. The following Monday 
morning, the four year ordeal began, and it did so with Gross 
Anatomy. For most of us, this was our first meeting with death — 
and with the smell of formalin. Soon, the tension was replaced 
with humor and the customary naming of the cadavers, and by 
the end of the semester, we had all formed some very close 
friendships with those we shared the dissecting table with. 

Anatomy was not our only class — we had Histology and 
Biochemistry, and soon, Physiology, Neurology, Medical Ethics, 
and Biostatistics followed. The year was concluded with a picnic 
and softball game against the Physiology department (which we 
won, of course!). 

After summer vacation (were we adequately warned that it 
would be our last?), we came back to Third Semester: Microbiolo- 
gy, Pathology, and Pharmacology. Somehow, we were able to 
learn a lot in a short period of time, and after a hot rum and apple 
cider party in the MDL's and Christmas vacation, we began 
Organ Systems, Physical Diagnosis, and Community Medicine. 
Despite its social atmosphere, the lottery for clerkship tracks 
went smoothly (except for Frank Giordano, who was drawn last!). 
And the semester was additionally enlivened by class debate 
concerning mandatory attendance at lectures. The year was 
capped by a class picture at the fountain, a picnic, Boards, and 
a post-Boards Pub party. 

Finally, the clinical years had arrived! How we all remember 
our first IV and ABG attempts and successes, our first delivery, 
our first surgery, our first night on call (especially as subinterns), 
and our first patient death. And in addition to all of the medical 
knowledge gained, we also learned how to get by with little or no 
sleep, as well as how to eat on the run (if at all). 

During Senior year, as the post-Career Night residency panic 
hit us, many of us took to the road for months at a time to do 
extramural electives, interview, or just relax away from Chicago. 
When we returned, with our residency applications completed, 
the grass suddenly looked much greener, and instead of Surgery 
and Intensive Care electives, we discovered the "gut" electives: 
Cardiographies, Surgical Pathology, Gross Anatomy, etc. With 
the help of these, the semester flew by, including Boards Part II, 
the Match Party at Fitzgerald's, and finally, our graduation at 
the Conrad Hilton Grand Ballroom. 

In addition to the many picnics and parties already 
mentioned, our class participated in many other social activities. 
We went on a ski trip to Wisconsin, played a major role in four 
Boxer Shorts Parties, sponsored many parties in classmates 
houses, performed skits at each St. Luke's Night, and organized 
the 1983 All-School Picnic. Biggest of all was our co-sponsoring 
of Casino Nights II and III, with some of the proceeds going to 




charity. Another community service was Hunger Week, 
highlighted by Hoops for Hunger in the gym. 

The class officers were especially busy during these four 
years. In addition to planning the many social events. Career 
Night, and Graduation, there were dozens of behind-the- 
scenes administrative duties, including collecting dues, 
trying to change exam schedules, mid-semester course 
evaluations, and postponing paper deadlines, just to name a 
few. During this time, we had to keep in mind that the Class 
of 1986 was made up of 125 people with different personalities 
and varied interests; we always strived to do what was best 
for the class as a whole. And with only rare exceptions, I think 
we always achieved that goal. 

All in all, through all the lectures, jelcos, exams, and 
post-exam parties, it was a great four years. I'd like to thank 
all of you for letting me serve as your class president the last 
three years. And a VERY BIG THANK YOU to Joe, Matt, 
Steve, and Randy for all of their many hours spent on this 
yearbook — they truly did a superb job. Good Luck and good 
health in the future. See you at the Tenth Reunion. 



The Fourth Year 57 



CASINO NIGHT 




With the gentle authority of a miniature gavel, Teresa Petros directs 
the Executive Committee 




'Go to medical school, learn a trade" — Woo 

One Friday night in April during each of our first two years, 
hundreds of students, medical center employees, and staff descended 
upon Corridor C in semiformal dress to try their hand at Lady Luck. 
The event: Casino Night, sponsored by the first and second year 
medical classes. 

Although each Casino Night was tremendous fun, those behind 
the scenes will readily tell you that most of the fun occured during 
the five months of preparation. The first organizational meeting took 
place in December, at which time the Executive Committee delegated 
work into nine smaller committees, each with both a freshman and 
sophomore co-chairman: Bar, Decorations, Employees, Equipment, 
Food, Prizes, Publicity, Security, and Ticket Sales. 

Two of these committees faced particularly challenging tasks. 
The Prize Committee spent months canvassing local shopping areas, 
asking store owners to contribute prizes in return for advertising at 
the event. Each of the two years, the committee was successful at 
having about 200 stores donate nearly 1000 prizes. An equally 
venerable job belonged to the Decoration Committee. The highlight 
of their work consisted of inflating over 7000 balloons in the wet labs, 
transporting them through the hospital, and raising a balloon ceiling 
in the auditorium. 



'Nice necklace.' 



Mark will do anything to sell a ticket. 





Finally, after months of planning 
and hard work, Casino Night arrived, but 
the work continued. Over 120 workers — 
enlisted, scheduled, and trained by the 
Employee Committeee — were needed 
to work as game dealers, served food, or 
sell tickets and prizes. Over 500 gamblers 
came to play Black Jack, Roulette, Beat 
the Dealer, Guts, Over-Under, the Big 
Six wheel, Slot Machines, and Horse 
Races, all of which were located in the 
auditorium and Corridor C. The Pub, 
transformed into the "Easy Money Cafe 
& Bar" for the evening, served hot dogs, 
heroes, nachos, in addition to mixed 
drinks, beer, and wine. Entertainment in 
the main room was provided by the 
Elmhurst College Jazz Band, and by 
class members performing in the Easy 
Money Cafe & Bar. Patrons could buy 
play money from the cashiers at the 
entrance, and use that money to gamble. 
Those with money left over at the end of 
the evening could either buy the smaller, 
donated prizes at the "Big Bucks Bou- 
tique," or bid in an auction for the ten 
top prizes. These included trips, telev- 
isions, microwave ovens, bicycles, barbe- 
cue grills, golf clubs, and more. 





Tony weighs urology as a speciality choice 




You talking to me? 



Diane checks-in employees as they 
come on their shifts 








"Oh no! Four aces again'" 

Mary Pat buys slot machine tokens from Lou 
Casino Night 61 



Kevin and Marshall need to pool their winnings to buy a doormat 



Dave and Pat, class Siamese Twins joined at the head 
"laugh it up at Casino Night. 




Henry, Kevin Cox (founder of Casino Night), and the 
crowd take a break from gambling to watch the horse 



Security keeps patrons in line . . . 




Sophomore year Executive Committee at follow-up party. 
Mistakes and smart moves were reviewed, with advice 



rendered into files for the next year's committee. 



Steve and Mae contemplate 
taking the gamble. 




Each Casino Night raised over $2000, 
which was divided between the sponsoring 
classes, the Emergency Student Loan Fund, 
and a local charity (Little Sisters of the 
Poor). But more important than the money 
were the good times and satisfaction derived 
from seeing all of the hard work result in two 
successful Casino Nights. 



Casino Night 63 



A LONG TRADITION OF 

SHORTS 




by Greg Carter 

Every year for the past seven years 
Loyola medical students have celebrated 
Valentine's Day by taking off their pants. 
The excitement of entering a party and 
immediately dropping your pants was intoxi- 
cating, sobered only by the thought of 
looking for those pants somewhere in the 
monumental pile by the front door when it 
came time to leave. A dress code was always 
strictly adhered to: a) semiformal from the 
waist up, and b) boxer shorts. 

2104 South Fourth Avenue was the place 
to be for a guaranteed good time, year after 
year. Even though it may have been 20 
degrees below zero outside, it was always 
cooking downstairs in the basement. The last 
three or four years, partygoers have rocked 
out to the fabulous Four Skins, a band 
composed of our own class members. 

Twenty years from now when your kids 
ask you what you remember most about 
medical school, and you feel compelled to say 
"offering comfort to others in need", don't! 
Go ahead, snicker, and tell them the truth; 
say: "The Boxer Shorts Parties". 



64 Boxer Shorts 





Marsh: "Eeney, meeney, miney, mo.. 



Boxer Shorts 65 




"We are solids, John, but you were 
supposed to leave the black one until 
the end." 




A reminder of the importance of the S-2 dermatome Debonaire Doornick and Suave Saleh 




"Look, I'm class president, and /say I'm not 
drinking too fast. Princeton guys always drink 
two cups at once." 



67 




AMWA 

In the Spring of 1982 some women in the Class of 1986 got together and 
committed their time to forming a chapter of the American Medical 
Women's Association at Loyola. Their goal was to form a group that 
promoted: dissemination of information, an open forum, and a basis for 
future networking. 

Attendance at all functions was open to interested persons, male or 
female. Activities of the first year included: A wine and cheese party with 
female attendings and housestaff, a nutrition symposium, "Lunch with the 
Docs" program, pot-luck dinner with female attendings, a "Marriage, 
Family, and Medicine" symposium, and Doctor-Nurse interaction sympo- 
sium. Throughout the four years at Loyola, subsequent classes have 
continued to support the organization. 

The women in the class of 1986 who were there in the beginning are 
proud to see their work continue to grow and have a positive impact on 
students at Loyola. 

Sherry Wren, President 

Mary Pat Tierney, Vice-president 

Beth Pfeffer, Treasurer 

Jocelyn Vallarta, Secretary 



Medical Student Union 



Amnesty International 



by Howard Kaufman 

The Medical Student Union, or MSU, is the basic governing 
organization for students at Loyola. The MSU is composed of four 
officers, all class officers, and student members of the various university 
and medical school committees. Monthly meetings of the student union 
allow representatives from each class and committee to report on 
current activities and discuss pertinent issues of importance to 
students. The Medical Student Union provides a forum for students 
to exchange ideas with their peers and communicate with the faculty 
and medical school administration. 

The MSU operates on a budget made up from student dues and 
has been involved in funding a variety of academic and social activities 
at the medical center. During our four years at Loyola, the Medical 
Student Union helped fund the freshman and sophomore co-op note 
system, the All-School Picnic, the annual St. Lukes Day dinner, Casino 
Night, and the Seniors' Match Day Party. In addition, the Student 
Union has sponsored several educational programs presented by 
AMWA, Physicians for Social Responsibility, Phi Chi Fraternity, and 
the Peer Counseling Program. The MSU has also contributed to 
numerous social events, such as the traditional Boxer Shorts Party. 

The Medical Student Union provided a worthwhile, often informa- 
tive, and always entertaining experience for those who participated in 
it during our four years at Loyola. 



Amnesty International is a worldwide movement of people working 
to eradicate the imprisonment and torture of individuals because of 
their political beliefs, sex, ethnic origin, language, or religion, provided 
they have neither used nor advocated violence. It has consultative 
status with the United Nations and the Council of Europe, as well as 
cooperative relations with the Inter-American Commission on Human 
Rights of the Organization of the American States. Amnesty Interna- 
tional was the recipient of the 1977 Nobel Peace Prize. 

The LUMC chapter of Amnesty International was formed in 1984 
to educate the medical center community about the violation of human 
rights. The organization has focused on these abuses in countries such 
as Paraguay and Turkey. Many letters were sent by Loyola students 
and faculty to the governments in these countries condemning these 
activities. The group has also sponsored speakers to talk about human 
rights infractions in Chile, the Soviet Union, and parts of Central 
America. In association with the Medical Humanities and Neurology 
departments, an Ethical Grand Rounds was held in 1985 on the subject 
of torture. It is the hope of the organization to continue to enlighten 
the medical center about the oppression of people around the world and 
to work on their behalf. — Eric Janigian 




AMSA 



CLUBS 



68 



Seventy percent of the Class of 1986 were 
members of the American Medical Student Associ- 
ation, continuing our position among the elite 
"50 + " chapters of the organization. AMSA (unre- 
lated to the AMA) is a vehicle by which medical 
students are kept informed of current issues that 
relate to the present and future practice of 
medicine. More importantly, however, it encour- 
ages students to actually affect those issues by 
providing avenues and opportunities for them to 
become involved in shaping the course these issues 
take. This is done in hopes of better preparing 
students for the role physicians ought to play as 
community leaders. 

Our class took on this challenge both in 
carrying on several projects traditionally accom- 
plished each year by AMSA, as well as initiating 
a number of original undertakings. One such 
traditional project which our class supported was 
the annual "Instrument Co-op" in which AMSA 
was able to make physical diagnosis materials 
(stethoscopes, ophthalmoscopes, lab coats, etc.) 
more affordable through organizing group-buying. 
This was particularly successful for our class, 
complicated only by minor discontent of some local 
suppliers. AMSA members also set up a mock 
anatomy practical exam for the freshman class 
behind us so that this format of testing was not so 
strange and new during their first real practical. 
AMSA also featured a complement of films and 
presentations addressing practical and political 
issues. 



Under the ambitious leadership of our genera- 
tion of officers, Kaveh Safavi, Matt Nora, Tony 
Gregg, and Linda Shalon, AMSA instituted a few 
new traditions including the biannual used-book 
sale, and physician specialty speakers. AMSA also 
participated in the March of Dimes Community 
Outreach project. 

Our chapter delivered large delegations to the 
National Convention, thanks to strong support of 
the Medical Center. Many of our classmates 
traveled to Cleveland in 1983 and Washington D.C. 
in 1984. We participated in hosting the program at 
the Palmer House in 1985. Perhaps our class' 
greatest effort was to organize the trip to Washing- 
ton. Everyone who wanted to attend was able to — 
21 people in all. They had an opportunity to 
participate on the floor of the House of Delegates 
as policy makers. Those that attended heard 
Senator Edward Kennedy deliver the keynote 
address. Our chapter joined ranks with other 
students to learn about issues from hunger to 
scholarship to nuclear war and then lobbied 
opinions on Capitol Hill. The delegation strolled 
Georgetown, the Smithsonian, and rode the sub- 
way. 

Without question, each member of our class 
was involved in an AMSA activity in some way, 
even if only to get a Mastercard. AMSA contribut- 
ed to the education and enjoyment of Loyola 
Medical students. Our class had much to do with 
that success. — Kaveh Safavi 



INTRAMURALS 



by Bob Sulkowski 

In choosing a medical school, different students look for different things. 
Facilities, faculty, classes, clerkships, academic record of the students; most 
schools are pretty good. But one thing compels the future doctor to attend 
Stritch more than anything else: The Intramural Sports. The thrills, the 
excitement, the chance for stardom ... the humiliation of the yankers. When 
I look back on four years of intramurals, I realize that I made the right choice 
in Stritch. 

Football offered the chance for students to line up across from each 
other and battle for plots of muddy turf. I don't know why it always seemed 
to rain just before the games. But the mud of Miller's Meadow kept the 
injuries to a minimum. 

Basketball was always the clash of the titans. Medical students and 
yankers going head to head. We played better, they looked better. But then 
again, we didn't have time to blow-dry our hair before the games. No other 
games are taken more seriously, however. I believe I still hold the unofficial 
record for the most technical fouls in one season. What I lacked in size I made 
up for in mouth. We didn't always win, but we played pretty well and we 
always had fun. 

Volleyball is the one sport where the women are the most integral part 



of the team. It is physically impossible for a human male to hit a volleyball 
below his waist with his hands clasped together. More points are lost by 
palming the ball that are gained by good plays. I personally believe that 
volleyball was created by God to allow women to prove their superiority to 
men. Now I know how they feel when they try to pass a football. 

The co-ed Softball league allowed us to display our talents, or lack 
thereof, against those of other hospitals. We didn't win too many games, but 
we led the league in broken fingers, mine included. Diving catches, screaming 
line drives, late inning rallies, beer in the dugout, losing the big game . . . 
the Cubs would have been proud. Once again, the women were the 
cornerstone of the team. Granted, some teams had some women that could 
hit better, and even catch better, but when you lose as often as we did, it's 
very important to have something nice to look at. In the category of pretty 
women, we led the league again. 

Overall, the sports at Stritch were everything they were supposed to be. 
Superstars were created and destroyed with the swing of a bat or the drop 
of a pass. It wasn't winning or losing, thank God, but just playing that was 
important. Another one of the rare chances to escape the books and the work 
and unwind with some good people for some good times. 




Amelia catches one on the warming 
track 



Mae "Dr. K" throws the heater 



Bob guns down one of his own 



teammates 



oops! 



Pete goes out for a pizza 




Spike Gailani leads the Roos to another . . . game. 



Carl has a leather lunch 



69 



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It took a long time to get through medical school. 1258 
days, to be exact. Many of those days took on particular 
significance, while others were best forgotten (or at least 
deeply repressed) as soon as they were over. Several even 
became genuine milestones on the road to physicianhood. 
But no single day dominated our thoughts, riveted our 
attention, pierced our minds forming an axis around which 
our academic lives revolved, as did March 19, 1986: Match 
Day. 

Let's face it. When digging in for the last push the 
weekend before finals, it wasn't in hopes that someday you 
would graduate. You'd have to really screw up not to 
graduate. Knuckling down for boards wasn't in hopes of 
merely passing them any more than working for a good floor 
evaluation was to pass the rotation. 





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The reason we did these things was because we were looking 
ahead to landing that residency spot. On Match Day, we did. 

After spending the better part of our senior year arranging 
clerkships at prospective residency sites, interviewing, letter- 
writing, then enduring that 3-month "hurry up and wait" period, 
come Match Day, we were ready to get it over with. 

As if it would bring the answer sooner, most class members 
seemed to begin the traditional Match Day partying even before 
Dr. Pickleman was making rounds. Whether it was with the 
private intimacy of one's spouse or at a full scale all-out 
champagne bash, friends shared the pre-Match sympathetic 
discharge together. By 10:00 a.m. the mass migration to 
Fitzgerald's Pub — chartered for the occasion — had begun. 

Neither the flowing of free drinks nor the seemingly endless 
housekeeping/graduation announcements could distract class 
members' attention from the Jay's Potato Chips box at the front 
of the room; and at 12:00 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, the 
random drawing of envelopes began. When it was finished, 112 
suspicions had either been confirmed or denied, dreams had 
either come true, been shattered, or had simply been adjusted 
somewhat to reality. But for the first time since the entire process 
had begun nearly 4 years before, each of us knew something of 
what the future held in store. In a matter of a few seconds, some 
secret computer hidden in Evanston, IL had arranged the next 
3, 5, maybe 45 years of our lives. But grateful or disappointed with 
its results, we were all relieved: The Match was over. It was time 
to move on. 



M i w 

Whooping it up at a pre-match champagne bash 




The Breakdown: 

Matched First Choice 54 
Matched Second Choice 23 
Matched Third Choice 9 
Matched below Third Choice 19 
Participated in Early Match 9 
Total That Matched 114 
Secured Position after Match 7 
Total 121 



m fii - 

"If the guy who wins this doesn't donate 
it for beer, he's a scum bag!" 




72 




73 



Naif Abraham 
Chris Adducci 
Teri Adelman 
Guy Agostino 
Belita Anatalio 
Steve Antonini 
Sue Atamian 
Sue Badri 
Greg Basiago 
Bill Bayer 
Sharon Berliant 
Eric Bieber 
Steve Bielski 
Barry Browne 
Dan Brutocao 
Fran Burke 
Greg Carter 
Carl Coppola 
Thao Doan 
Al Doornik 
Nehama Dresner 
Erik Elam 

Mark Engel 
Bob Erhart 
Dave Esrig 
Tina Fadil 
John Fagan 
Joan Faloona 
Jim Foskett 
Mae Gailani 
Kevin Gandhi 
George Geanon 
Henry Giacinto 
Lisa Gianetto 
Marjon Gillbanks 
Mark Gillis 
Frank Giordano 
Louis Glass 
Gerry Gong 
Rich Gonzalez 
Tony Gregg 
Pete Grosso 
Ted Guarino 
Lise Anne Guay 

Charles Havel 
Hah Heller-Bair 
Joe Hildner 
Bill Hoctor 
Paul Hoover 
Jim Hoyt 
Tom Iannucci 
Eric Janigian 
John Jiganti 
Chris Joyce 
Dave Kim 
Howard Kaufman 
Laurel Kietzman 
Howard Klickman 
Rick Koehler 
Mike Koller 
Orest Kostelyna 
Mike Kovarik 



University of Chicago Pathology 

Michael Reese, IL Urology 

Loyola University Medical Center Pediatrics 

Community Memorial, IL Family Practice 

Children's Hospital, Oakland, CA Pediatrics 

Loyola University Medical Center Med/Peds 

Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine 

Weiss Memorial, IL Transitional 

Kaiser-Permanente Medical Center, CA Family Practice 

Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine 

Michael Reese, IL Internal Medicine 

Presbyterian-St. Luke's, IL Ob/Gyne 

Portsmouth Naval Hospital, VA Internal Medicine 

Medical College of Wisconsin General Surgery 

University of California-Irvine Pediatrics 

Kaiser-Permanente Medical Center, CA Family Practice 

University of California-Davis Internal Medicine 

LA County - USC Medical Center, CA Otolaryngology 

McGaw Med Ctr, Northwestern Univ Internal Medicine 

University of California-Irvine Surgery (P) 

University of Illinois Psychiatry 

Sinai Hospital, MD Medicine (P) 

University of Arizona-Tuscon Radiology 

Evanston Hospital, IL Medicine (P) 

University of California-San Diego Pediatrics 

LA County - USC Medical Center Urology 

UMDNJ - Rutgers Medical Center, NJ Internal Medicine 

San Bernadino Community Medical Ctr Family Practice 

LA County - USC Medical Center Internal Medicine 

University Hospital, Madison, WI General Surgery 

Children's Hospital, Univ of Pitts, PA Pediatrics 

Loyola University Medical Center General Surgery 

Medical College of Wisconsin Ob/Gyne 

University of Illinois Internal Medicine 

Duke University Medical Center, NC Internal Medicine 

Lutheran General, IL Internal Medicine 

Middlesex Memorial, CT Family Practice 

Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine 

Maricopa Medical Center, AZ General Surgery 

Phoenix Affiliated Hospitals, AZ Med/Peds 

Univ of 111, Metro Group Hospitals Surgery (P) 

Loyola University Medical Center Ob/Gyne 

Eastern Virginia Graduate Med School Pediatrics 

Stanford University Hospital, CA Pediatrics 

Loyola University Medical Center Medicine (P) 

Loyola University Medical Center Ophthalmology 

Darnell Army Medical Center, TX Emergency Med 

University of Illinois Med/Peds 

Eastern Maine Medical Center, ME Family Practice 

Portsmouth Navy Hospital, VA Psychiatry 

University of Pittsburgh Internal Medicine 

Loyola University Medical Center Surgery (P) 

St. Francis Hospital, Evanston, IL Ob/Gyne 

LA County - USC Medical Center Pediatrics 

McGaw Med Ctr, Northwestern Univ Orthopedics 

Loyola University Medical Center General Surgery 

LA County - USC Medical Center Internal Medicine 

University of Illinois General Surgery 

Brooke Army Medical Center, TX Transitional 

Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine 

Marshfield-University of Wisconsin Internal Medicine 

Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine 

Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine 

Medical College of Wisconsin Anesthesiology 



74 Match Day 





Theresa Kuppy 
Doria Law-Devare 
Randy Lee 
Tom Leifheit 

Bill Linnik 
Henry Louie 
Jay Mamon 
Charlie Markowitz 

Kieth McEwen 
Steve Mc Lennon 
George Melone 
Dave Menapace 
Mark Michaud 
Mike Mihalov 
Charles Miller 
Dave Moromisato 
Cheryl Murphy 
Matt Nora 
Glen Nowachek 
Vivian Paloyan 
Joe Paukner 
John Petros 
Teresa Petros 
Steve Pfau 
Beth Pfeffer 
John Phillips 
Karla Podrazik 
Steve Rhodes 
Amelia Rybinski-Rojas 
Steve Roslanski 
Paul Rudy 
Kaveh Safavi 
Roman Saldan 
Dan Saleh 
Jon Seidlin 
Fred Severyn 
Linda Shalon 
Jonas Sidrys 

Jackie Sieros 
Pete Silver 
Jack Stanko 
George Stathopoulos 
Marshall Steel 
Bob Sulkowski 
Alan Taylor 
Mary Pat Tierney 
Pete Troedson 
Jocelyn Vallarta 
Henry Veldenz 
Pat Visnesky 
Lisa Wheatley 
Bill Will 
Greg Winters 
Blaise Wolfrum 
Dewey Woo 
Sherry Wren 
Sung Yang 
Leroy Yates 
Jeff Zimm 



Lutheran General, IL Internal Medicine 

Resurrection Hospital, IL Internal Medicine 

University of California-Davis Internal Medicine 

Loyola University Medical Center Medicine (P) 

McGaw Med Ctr, Northwestern Univ Anesthesiology 

William Beaumont, MI Emergency Med 

UCLA Medical Center, CA General Surgery 

West Suburban Hospital, IL Family Practice 

Weiss Memorial Hospital, IL Medicine (P) 

New Y'ork University, NY Rehab Medicine 

Indiana University Medical Center General Surgery 

St. Joseph's Hospital, IL Family Practice 

North Carolina Baptist, Wake Forest Un General Surgery 

Butterworth Hospital, MI Ob/Gyne 

Univ of Colorado Affiliated Hospitals Family Practice 

Cook County Hospital, IL Pediatrics 

Wilford Hall Med Center, USAF, TX General Surgery 

LA County • USC Medical Center Pediatrics 

Charleston Naval Hospital, SC Family Practice 

Mayo Graduate School of Medicine Internal Medicine 

Michael Reese Hospital, IL Ob/Gyne 

Prebyterian-St. Luke's Hospital Pediatrics 

SE Family Practice Center, Kenosha, WI Family Practice 

Washington Univ Barnes Hospital, MO Urology 

St. Louis Children's Hosp, Wash Un, MO Pediatrics 

University of Pittsburgh, PA Internal Medicine 

University of Utah; Fellowship Ocular Pathology 

Washington Univ Barnes Hospital, MO Otolaryngology 

University of Illinois Internal Medicine 

Medical College of Wisconsin Orthopedics 

Mayo Graduate School of Medicine, MN Pediatrics 

Ventura Community Medical Center, CA Family Practice 

Rockford Med Education Foundation, IL Family Practice 

University of Michigan Med/Peds 

University of Colorado, Denver Surgery (P) 

Presbyterian-St. Luke's Hospital General Surgery 

Univ of Kansas Med Ctr, Kansas City Urology 

St. Vincent-Toledo Hospitals, OH Emergency Med 

Montefiore Hospital, NY Pediatrics 

MacNeal Memorial Hospital, IL Medicine (P) 

UCLA Medical Center, CA Radiation Ther 

Loyola University Medical Center Ob/Gyne 

Long Island Jewish Hospital, NY Pediatrics 

Loyola University Medical Center Internal Medicine 

Michael Reese Hospital, IL Internal Medicine 

St Mary's Hospital, Grand Junction, CO Family Practice 

Univ of 111 Metro Group Hospitals General Surgery 

Southern Illinois University Hospital Internal Medicine 

Baystate Medical Center, MA Internal Medicine 

University of Minnesota Familv Practice 

LA County - USC Medical Center Med/Peds 

Loyola University Medical Center General Surgery 

Southern Illinois University Hospital Ob/Gyne 

UMDNJ Rutgers Medical School, NJ Internal Medicine 

Christ Hospital, IL Medicine (P) 

St. Michael's Hospital, WI Family Practice 

Central State Griffin Mem Hospital, OK Psychiatry 

Kaiser Foundation Hosp, San Francisco Pediatrics 

Yale-New Haven Medical Center, CT General Surgery 

MacNeal Memorial Hospital, IL Medicine (P) 

Illinois Masonic Ob/Gyne 

Hamot Hospital, PA Medicine (P) 

Loyola University Medical Center Ophthalmology 



Match Day 75 




Naif Abraham 




Susan Atamian 





Christopher Adducci 




Belita Anatalio 




Susan Badri 




76 



William Bayer 



Sharon Berliant 




Teri Adelman 




Steven Antonini 




Gregory Basiago 




Eric Bieber 




Steven Bielski 




Frances Burke 




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Doria Law Devare 




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Nehama Dresner 




Barry Browne 




Gregory Carter 




Thao Doan 





Daniel Brutacao 




Albert Doornik 




Erik Elam 



John Engel 



77 




Robert Erhart 




John Fagan 




Mae Gailani 

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David Esrig 




Joan Faloona 




Tina Fadil 




James Foskett 




78 



George Geanon 



Henry Giacinto 



"So you guys really think women find love 
handles attractive?" 




Lisa Giannetto 




Frank Giordano 




Marjon Gillbanks 




Louis Glass 




"You think you're hungry? I just ate two 
hours ago and already I'm feeling hypoglyce- 




Mark Gillis 




Gerald Gong 




Anthony Gregg 




Peter Grosso 



Edward Guarino 



mic. 



79 






Lise Anne Guay 



Charles Havel 



Ilah Heller-Bair 






Joseph Hildner 



William Hocter 



Paul Hoover 






James Hoyt 



Thomas Iannucci 



Eric Janigian 






80 



John Jiganti 



Christopher Joyce 



Howard Kaufman 




Laurel Kietzman 





David Kim 





Roderick Koehler 



Michael Roller 



Orest Rostelyna 






Michael Rovarik 



Theresiamma Ruppy 



Randall Lee 






Thomas Leifheit 



William Linnik 



Henry Louie 



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John Mamon 



Charles Markowitz 



Keith McEwen 





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Stephen McLennon 



George Melone 



David Menapace 





Mark Michaud 



Michael Mihalov 




Charles Miller 






82 



David Moromisato 



Cheryl Murphy 



Matthew Nora 






Glen Nowachek 



Vivian Paloyan 



Joseph Paukner 






John Petros 



Teresa Petros 



Steven Pfau 






Beth Pfeffer 



John Phillips 



Karla Podrazik 




"So I said 'Jack, please cut the suture one centimeter long', but when 
I measured it, it was only 8 millimeters long, which, of course, is 20% 
error." 




Steven Rhodes 



83 






Amelia Rojas 



Stanley Roslansky 



Paul Rudy 






Kaveh Safavi 



Roman Saldan 



Daniel Saleh 




Jonathan Seidlin 





Lise Anne McMahon 



84 



Fred Severyn 






Linda Shalon 



Jonas Sidrys 



Jacqueline Sieros 






Peter Silver 



John Stanko 



George Stathopoulos 






Marshall Steel 



Robert Sulkowski 



Alan Taylor 






Mary Pat Tierney 



Arthur Troedson 



Jocelyn Vallarta 



85 






Henry Veldenz 



Patricia Visnesky 



Lisa Wheatley 






William Will 



Gregory Winters 



Blaise Wolfrum 






Dewey Woo 



Sherry Wren 



Sung Yang 






86 



Leroy Yates 



Jeffrey Zimm 



"Boy that beer is gonna taste good" 



Personal Pages 





Naif Abraham 


132 


Mike Koller 




Chris Adducci 


131 


Orest Kostelyna 


143 


Guy Agostino 


136 


Michael Kovarik 


92 


Belita Anatalio 


96 


Randy Lee 


108 


Steve Antonini 


136 


Tom Leifheit 


140 


Sue Atamian 


141 


Bill Linnik 


92 


Sue Badri 


114 


Henry Louie 


89 


Greg Basiago 


135 


Jay Mamon 


116 


Bill Bayer 


90 


Charlie Markowitz 


120 


Sharon Berliant 


122 


Keith McEwen 


121 


Eric Bieber 


111 


Steve McLennon 


140 


Steve Bielski 


106 


Dave Menapace 


134 


Barry Browne 


109 


Mark Michaud 


123 


Dan Brutacao 


107 


Mike Mihalov 


128 


Fran Burke 


125 


Charles Miller 


99 


Greg Carter 


121 


Dave Moromisato 


135 


Carl Coppola 


100 


Cheryl Murphy 


134 


Doria Law Devare 


141 


Matt Nora 


133 


Thao Doan 


93 


Glen Nowachek 


138 


Al Doornik 


124 


Vivian Paloyan 


91 


Nehama Dresner 


90 


Joe Paukner 


143 


Erik Elam 


89 


John Petros 


142 


Mark Engel 


113 


Teresa Petros 


95 


Bob Erhart 


94 


Steve Pfau 


95 


Dave Esrig 


126 


Beth Pfeffer 


139 


Tina Fadil 


112 


John Phillips 


141 


John Fagan 


88 


Karla Podrazik 


93 


Joan Faloona 


103 


Steve Rhodes 


122 


Jim Foskett 


110 


Amelia Rojas 


128 


Mae Gailani 


115 


Steve Roslansky 


141 


Kevin Gandhi 


88 


Paul Rudy 


101 


George Geanon 


120 


Kaveh Safavi 


117 


Henry Giacinto 


98 


Roman Saldan 


118 


Lisa Giannetto 


117 


Dan Saleh 


124 


Mark Gillis 


137 


Jon Seidlin 


110 


Frank Giordano 


143 


Fred Severyn 


107 


Lou Glass 


123 


Linda Shalon 


113 


Gerry Gong 


143 


Jonas Sidrys 


125 


Rich Gonzalez 


142 


Jackie Sieros 


111 


Tony Gregg 


116 


Pete Silver 


99 


Pete Grosso 


112 


Jack Stanko 


127 


Ted Guarino 


126 


George Stathopoulos 


91 


Lise Anne Guay 


97 


Marshall Steel 


115 


Chuck Havel 


142 


Bob Sulkowski 


138 


Ilah Heller-Bair 


137 


Alan Taylor 


127 


Joe Hildner 


139 


Mary Pat Tierney 


130 


Bill Hocter 


129 


Pete Troedson 


130 


Paul Hoover 


94 


Jocelyn Vallarta 


102 


Jim Hoyt 


101 


Henry Veldenz 


104 


Tom Iannucci 


102 


Pat Visnesky 


129 


Eric Janigian 


105 


Lisa Wheatley 


118 


John Jiganti 


114 


Bill Will 


105 


Chris Joyce 


108 


Greg Winters 


100 


Howard Kaufman 


133 


Blaise Wolfrum 


142 


Laurel Kietzman 


109 


Dewey Woo 


96 


Dave Kim 


131 


Sherry Wren 


98 


Howard Klickman 


103 


Sung Yang 


104 


Rick Koehler 


106 


Leroy Yates 


132 






Jeff Zimm 


119 

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Kevin Gandhi 




"Ah, Davidson — Woe to the man whose 
heart has not learned while young to love, 
to hope, and to put its trust in Life itself." 

from Victory by Joseph Conrad 





John Fagan 





It is easy to forget what's important in Life. Just 
remember that respect is given for who you are, not 
what you are. Or, as Clarence Oddbody A.S.C. wrote: 
"No one who has friends is a failure." 



Sign Up Now for Bill Linnik's 
"Dancing Your Way To A Loyola M.D. Degree" 



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1. Get a leg up and go to 
college. 




2. Pharmacology will 
require fancy footwork. 





3. Pound out your frus- 
trations often. 




4. Lean on friends. 5. Senior Year: You're ready to solo! 



William Linnik 








They come 

Different and the same 

With each it is different and the same 

With each the absence of love is different 

With each the absence of love is the same. 

Samuel Beckett 



Erik Elam 

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William Bayer 



The tide recedes but leaves 

behind bright seashells on 

the sand; 
The sun goes down, but gentle 

warmth still lingers on the 

land; 
The music stops, and yet it 

echoes on in sweet refrains. 
For every joy that passes, 

something beautiful remains. 

- Had in Marshall 




Cancun, Mexico - 1985 



I hope that all of you have enjoyed these past four years of Medical School 
and I wish you the best of everything in the years to come. 



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It is interesting to think about the forces which brought 
all of us to medical school and the hopes and dreams which 
sustained us through the trials and tribulations. Most of us 
have come to realize that no one could do this for anything 
less than the genuine satisfaction that comes from helping 
others, especially those in need. We've all come to know the 
impact one who cares can have on the patient who is ill, 
lonely, and feeling cheated. How do we respond to this? If 
we are honest we admit that we never respond to the extent 
that we are capable of. How often have I turned away from 
the emotions and strife, and hope that are the fibre of human 
experience? But the one thing that keeps us going is that we 
try. We know that we each have a place in the greater scheme, 
and no matter how small this place may seem we are 
commissioned to take it to its fullest extent. We just want to 
thank all the fellow students that have helped us carry this 
load, and all the teachers that have shown us that though the 
challenge be great, the rewards are greater still. Medical 
school was not an unlivable period, but rather a time where 
we came to know ourselves, our strengths, and our limita- 
tions. Reality has imposed itself, and we who feel lucky have 
recognized its parameters, and are exhilarated to be a part 
of the drama. 





John and Teresa Petros 



Belita Anatalio 



TO ALL MY < > 
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FOR THE 
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LOVE > BELITA 



Blaise Wolfrum 




A MAN 

and his 

HOVERCRAFT 

************ 
****** ******** 




OH! Gather 'round the campfire and listen to yarns of old; of the days 
when men in armor rode atop strange machinery that hlew smoke and made 
thunder and on a cushion of air sailed gracefully over land, water, ice, 
and snow. Does this sound like fantasy? A hovercraft can make your 
dreams come true. It is the ideal year round recreational vehicle that 
covers all terrain as it floats on a cushion of air much like the air 
hockey game popularized by Brunswick. A hovercraft can take you "where 
no man has gone before". It is reliable, sale, economical, and fun to 
drive. The vehicle of the future - fly one today! 




Lise Anne Guay 



Dearest Mommyo and Daddyo, 

I can tell by this college graduation picture that you were 
just thrilled by the thought of my $80,000 jaunt to medical 
school; and I want you to know that the gabbing has been 
great and the laughs many . . . Now can you please send me 
to law school?! 

Love and forever gabbing, 
Your Chicago-based daughter 





Jeffery Zimm 




I dedicate my graduation to my parents, Claire 
and Ed, to whom I owe everything, and to my 
wife, Libby, who is my backbone and strength. 
I love you all very much — Jeffery 



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Henry Giacinto 




To The Class of 1986: 
Good Luck and Best Wishes. 

From all of us. 



And Hawkeye 



Dewey Woo 



December, 1981. I was visiting the Windy City, where men (and women) have broad shoulders, 
and was enjoying a few Leininkugols at Leifheit's Anesthesia Bar. The OB. Bieher Band was playing 
that night, with lead singers Boy Erharl and Purple Kyes Paloyan, accompanied by a trio of belly 
dancing teenagers ("Stileto" Bonita Belita, Dolly Doria. and Misty Marjon}. Having taken lessons 
(Tor $500) at Stanley H. Roslansky's "How to Pick Up Women" School, I am tiled over to a table where 
a lady dressed in a floppy hat sat. Actually, this Puerto Vallarta native was an aspiring physician, 
hut could not decide whether she wanted to he a pediatric internist or an internal pediatrician. At 
that moment, world renowned French journalist E. E. Flam entered the bar to interview one of the 
bar's famous patrons. Harvard trained penile implant specialist, Dr. Wren. Pulitzer Prize 
photographer Lee began taking photos hut was rudely drenched with a pitcher of beer by an anti-photo 
extremist with a Southern drawl. Lady Wheatley. A barroom brawl ensued and regretfully, I suffered 
a mild concussion when my head came in contact with the fists of a drunken British parasitologist. 
Sir Hoover. I was brought to and seen at the local Doc-in-a-Box for mv altered mental status by several 
OP's, Dr. Bosko Basiago, Dr. Studly Engel, Dr. Catty Burke, and Dr. Bridge Winters. They could 
not diagnose my condition and referred me to the regional Meccas of Medicine. LUMC and the 
adjacent Hines-Carter VA Hospital Incidently. on the trip to the hospital, my ambulance was side- 
swiped by some delirious guy driving a '65 VW Bug celebrating a rare Northwestern football game 
victory. 



I was first seen by the surgeons at LUMC, who took me to the OR for an emergency brain biopsy 
(done by Dr. Magnum Ghandi and Dr. Moodo Glass). I also ended up with a CABG (by my cousin 
Dr. Louie), amputation of my coccyx bone (by a nutty red-headed Orthopedic doc), and repair of 
mutiple anal/rectal tears (by Dr. Kim I The procedures went smoothly except when medical student 
Typhoona Faloona fell asleep while retracting my spleen; she successfully ruptured my spleen thus 
forcing Dr. Yang to perform a splenectomy at no extra charge to me. Since the surgeons had no post- 
op diagnosis, they called for a Medicine consult. Dr. T. Petros, a Cardiology Fellow on her third night 
of voluntary continuous call, diagnosed my condition as one of ambiguous dual identity and 
transferred me to Dr. Merrill Guarino's Psychiatric Service. The soft-spoken, pipe-smoking, bearded 
ward psychiatrist, Dr. Janigan introduced me to the other patients. They included (I) a fella from 
Moromisato, Japan who had difficulties turning dates down, both male and female, (2) a blond haired 
female from C.ailani, Italy whose career as a budding neonatologist was hampered by her obsessive 
addiction to M and M's, (3) a man from Steel, CA driven psychotic by his wife's involvement in the 
drug business, and (4) a chronic compulsive neurotic from Murphy, IL who went to bed each night 
witb a different guy, either Dr. Cecil or Dr. Schwartz. My condition in the Asylum Ward improved, 
as I received loving hugs from my cute Chicago-nosed nurse, Bunny Berliant. Luckily, 1 did not require 
the services of the ward neurosurgeon. Dr. Lobotomy Kaufman. My discharge diagnosis — delusions 
of grandeur and misplaced idealism. 1 was accepted into Loyola Medical School shortly thereafter. 

With sincere thanks to Dr. Zeller, Dr. Steinecker. and Dr. Barbato. 1 can now realize my goal 

of being surrounded by kicking, screaming, crying kids for the rest of my life! Ah hut I'd do 

it again! 





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Peter Troedson 

"The end of the matter, all has 
been heard; fear God, and keep 
His commandments, for this is 
the whole duty of man." 

Ecclesiastes 

"Just remember as you travel 

down Life's weary road, 

keep your eye upon the 

doughnut, 

and not upon the hole!" 

To the Class of 1986: It was a blessing to graduate 
with you all. Good Luck, and God bless in future 
endeavors. May each of you find Life and Fulfillment 
especially in Jesus. Amen! 

Pete Troedson, with Diane, Sarah and Emily. 




Sarah, Emily, and Pete the dog 




Thomas Iannucci 

A Practical Approach to Med School 

On surviving the Basic Science years: 

"The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to 

overlook" — Wm. James (1842 - 1910) 

On surviving the Clinical Years: 

"Rule # 1 - Don't sweat the small stuff." 

"Rule # 2 - It's all small stuff." 

"Rule # 3 - If you can't fight and you can't flee . . . 

flow!" - Robert Eliot. U. of Nebraska, Dept. of 

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On life at Loyola: 

"The Society of Jesus is the most dangerous of 
orders, and has done more mischief than all others." 
— Napoleon Bonaparte (1769 - 1821). 

On Life in general: 

"Life is short; live it up." — Nikita S. Khruschev 

(1894 - 1971). 



102 




Good Times . 
Great Friends 



Joan Faloona 

Dancing, Roller-skating, Greek Town, Rush Street, 
Boxer Shorts, The Pub, Christmas Parties and char- 
ades, Barbecues, Omelettes at Dave's, King's Manor, 
Volleyball, Softball in the mud, Football in the mud, 
Picnics, Weddings, Babies . . . 





"In the farthest corners 
of the earth, the 
glorious acts of God 
shall startle everyone. 
The dawn and sunset 
shout for joy." 

Psalm 65:8 



Howard Klickman 





103 



Jocelyn Vallarta, Lisa 
Wheatley, Sherry Wren 



'What a long, strar 




trip it has been.' 






Franz Marc, Blue Horses, 1911 



Favorite Verses 



"All that glitters is not gold." 

"Give to Caesar what is Caesar's 
and to God what is God's." 



Eric Janigian 




"All the world's a stage, 
And all the men and women merely players: 
They have their exits, and their entrances; 
And one man in his time plays many parts." 



"0, they love least that let men 
know their love." 



105 



Steven Bielski 




Steve and Karen 



Roderick Koehler 

Thanks to the following 
for their support: 

My wife Susan, Mr. and Mrs. Douglas 
Koehler, Patricia Koehler, Mr. and Mrs. 
John Koehler, Mr. and Mrs. George 
Burton, Mr. and Mrs. Warren Frederick, 
and last but not least, Socrates and 
Athena, our loving felines. 

Remember: "A specialist 
is a doctor who trains his 
patients to become ill 
only during office hours." 

Anonymous 




106 



Rick and Susan 



Jonathan Seidlin 




Identity Crisis 

To the Class of 1986: 1 just wanted to say thanks 
for being so super to me. It was great to have so 
many friends to share thoughts with, B-S with, 
and comiserate with. It will be easy to forget 
classes and clerkships, but good times outside of 
academics will always be remembered. If you're 
ever in Kansas City, be sure to look me up. 

Thanks, 
Jon Seidlin 




Above: Pretest psychosis; Below: True escapism 



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Christopher Joyce 




Laurel Kietzman 




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Barry Browne 




James Foskett 




Daniel Saleh 




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110 



Jonas Sidrys 





Below and Left: Judy Vaikutis, fiance. Jonas 
Above: wearing shades; Jonas Right: wearing 
nieces and nephews. 







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117 



Kaveh Safavi 



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LeRoy and Michelle Yates 




Michelle 

What would medical school have been . . . 

Without my mom? Impossible, literally. A thousand thank- 
yous for your inspiring words, your undying love, and your 
unceasing prayers. 

Without my faith in Christ? Less purposeful and certainly 
more depressing. Dear God, You promised never to leave us 
or foresake us and You promised that all things work together 
for the good of those that love You. Thank You for keeping 
Your promises. Amen! 

Without LeRoy? Less romantic, less exciting, and less 
complicated. But I wouldn't trade the experience for 
anything. I look forward to our lives together both in and out 
of medicine. The best is to come. 

Without Lauren? Less strenuous but less rewarding. I'm glad 
you're here. 

Without my female classmates? Less caring, less laughter, 
more isolation, and an exclusively male perspective on 
medicine. I couldn't bear to face it! 

Without my whole class? No exercise (my volleyball teams), 
no cheerful greetings, and no one to refer to with confidence 
when the world of practice starts. 



LeRoy 



My personal relationship with God is the most important 
thing in my life and I thank Him for all he has given me. First 
He set me among two marvelous loving Christian parents who 
have been a living testimony of His patience and generosity 
in my life. Later the Lord blessed me with a beautiful wife 
and a gorgeous daughter whom I love with great intensity. 
I have so much to be thankful for especially because I don't 
deserve anything from God. It's His mercy and abundant 
loving kindness that I enjoy and readily identify with Titus 
3:3-6 in the New Testament. My fondest hope is that 
everyone would consider what Jesus said, "For what would 
it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world and lose his 
own soul? Or what would a man give in exchange for his 
soul?" — Mark 8:36-37. God bless each of you. 



Lauren 

Daddy, Mommy, go, shoes, ball, car, ear, nose, mouth, light, 
dog, meow, baby, bottle, hat, yeah, and book! — Lauren at 
14 months. 



119 



George Geanon 



Dedicated to those who helped me get through this: 




Mom, Dad, Helen, Mary, John 



Alison 



To those I have yet to meet, see you at graduation or the ten year reunion. 
After four years of medical school, consider this: 

"Wither is fled the visionary gleam, where is it now, the glory and the 
dream." -Wordsworth- 




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IF APRIL 21 l? YOUR BIRTHDAY, you 

have delightful sense of humor, are aware 
of body image and could have "weight 
problem." You possess intellectual curios- 
ity, are bright and versatile. Gemini, Sagit- 
tarius persons play important roles in your 
life. You are an excellent conversationalist, 
people enjoy listening to your anecdotes 
and you could excel as a travel agent. 



Greg Carter 





ARE WE HAVING FUN YET? 








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Thank you Mom and Dad, for 
all your love and support. 




Charles Markowitz 



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Karla H. Podrazik 



Medical School 

But on the whole the impression was 
neither of tragedy nor of comedy. There 
was no describing it. It was manifold and 
various; there were tears and laughter, 
happiness and woe; it was tedious and 
interesting and indifferent; it was as you 
saw it; it was tumultuous and passionate; 
it was grave; it was sad and comic; it was 
trivial; it was simple and complex; joy 
there was and despair ... It was life. 

W. Somerset Maugham 





The light at the end of the tunnel 
is but a star in a vast universe. 



Anonymous 

The best of times, the worst of 
times . . . We did it together! 
Good luck, Class of 1986!! 

Buttercup 




To our class: Not a chance of birth or place has made us friends, 
Being of ten times of different tongues and nations, but the 
endeavor for the self same ends, with the same hopes, and fears, 
and aspirations. 

H. W. Longfellow 



Sharon Berliant 

122 



David Menapace 




... at Medical 
School? Yes — I've 
met some of the 
greatest people. 
Thanks for making 
these past four 
years exceptional. 




Louis Glass 

123 



Albert Doornik 




Winter in California. 
It sure was great to go 
home for Christmas. The 
beautiful weather there 
isn't taken for granted 
anymore. You can tell 
it is winter because I'm 
wearing long pants. 



Age: 27 

Occupation: Orthopaedist (?) 

Favorite Food: Giordano's 
Zucchini & Mushroom Pizza 

Favorite Vacation: 

Aspen, Colorado 1985 

Favorite Rotation: 

Orthopaedics U.C. Davis 

Least Favorite Rotation: 
Ob/Gyne Alexian Bros. 

Favorite Line to Tell a 

Sick Patient: It is better 
to look good than to feel 
good and you look Marve- 
lous . 

Favorite Party: 
Boxer Shorts V 

Favorite Album: Amy Grant's 
Age to Age 

Favorite Place: Anywhere in 
California 

Best Time: Boxer Shorts V 

Worst Time: Third Semester 
of Med. School 



This is my fiancee and 
myself as we'll appear 
on our wedding invita- 
tions. She was my 
college sweetheart. 
By the way, her name 
is Donna. 




DISCHHR6E SUMMARY 

Patient's name: Roman A. Saldan Date af Admission: August 1982 
Admitting Diagnosis: Acute Idealism Date af Discharge: June 1986 
Brief Haspital Caurse: Pt was admitted w/ cc of "wanting to help people," 
underwent customary protocol w/ approx 1 4 courses of lecture therapy, 
interspersed w/ periodic testing of the K type. No serious complications 
suffered as a result, though moderate discomfort was noted on occasion. Test 
results were unremarkable. Adjuvant rotation treatments were then 
instituted, and pt suffered first major complication of "wanting to be a 
neurosurgeon." Expert outside consultation was sought abroad, to no avail, 
until complication went into remission w/ one dose of NSMP; side effects 
were noted. Remainder of stay was uneventful. 
Majar Operatians: obtaining a parking space 
Discharge Medications: one grain NaCl ad Jib 
Diet: free coffee and donuts 
Restriction af Activities: no scut 
Condition upon Discharge: stable, but not cured 



Roman Saldan 

124 



Frances Burke 




Smile 

B's tough to live 
in a place where 
there's great 
rejoicing when 
the weather 
improves to 
mediocre. 



Hard Times 

IVs in Oncology 
Calling for labs at Mines 
Cardiology 2A hours 
Sub-zero weather 



Patrick Frances 
Little One Ms. Pink 



Good Times - IM Volleyball (maybe we'll win some day!) 
Chicago style pizza 

Friends over for Chocolate Chip Cookies 
St. Luke 's Flights - skits & prizes 
Chicago Theatre and Museums (and the boat ridel) 



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Residencies etc I 



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NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY 

Nature's first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leafs a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay. 




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JL 



Thought has a bias, 
Direction a bend, 

Space its inhibitions, 
Time a dead end. 

Is whiteness white? 

Oh, then, call it black: 
Farthest from the truth 

Is yet halfway back. 

Effect ordains Cause, 
Head swallowing its tail; 

Does whale engulf sprat, 
Or sprat assume whale? 

Contentions weary, 
It giddies us to think, 

Then kiss, girl, kiss! 
Or drink, fellow, drink! 





"Research and dei'elopment! My goodness!" 



The Sickness 
That Won't Heal 

Health Care for 
the Nation's Homeless 



Linda Shalon 



David Esrig 

Always on the 
Road 




With waiter in New York 



With ski-bunny in Utah 



With drinking buddies in England 




Edward Guarino 



Robert Sulkowski 




In reviewing the last four years, many memories flash 
across my mind. All thoughts begin with Gross Anatomy. 
The smell, the bodies, Dr. Z, Cato. But that was just the 
beginning. The worthlessness of stats, the work of the third 
semester, the esoterica of comedy med, and of course, 
Boards Part I. Not too enjoyable. Then clinical. Women 
screaming, babies crying, gomers dying. And the cycle 
continues. We learned and tried to keep the cycle going. 



And through it all were the friends. Boxer shorts 
parties, Halloween and Christmas parties, parties for the 
heck of it. Basketball, baseball, volleyball. Evenings in the 
Pub or at a friend's house. Those who made a difference 
to me know who you are. How do you thank someone for 
a million laughs? I don't know. So just thanks for the good 
times, for being there during the bad times and good luck 
to everyone. 



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"We have nothing to fear but slow play." 
- John Fagan 



Having one's druthers . . . Marshall, shperd, and Zitz: It's 
been cut! . . . Jeannie's Good Doof ... I passed Histology 
. . . Joan has/Lise Ann doesn't have . . . Alpine Valley, 
Tom's car, and the Beach Boys . . . Dave's half-court shot 
. . . Tom's party in the MDL . . . Casino Night I & II . . . 
Thursday Night Club . . . RAMMA . . . Golfing with Chris, 
Dan, and John - Thank goodness for Coops . . . Hat Party 
. . . Hairy Fishnuts . . . Pool nights with Joe at the 'Ding . 
. . "Do we have five?" . . . Wednesdays at Fio's . . . The 



Brew Crew . . . Special Thanks to my parents, who made 
my medical education possible, to Nancy, for her inspira- 
tion, and to a very special group of friends who made these 
years at Loyola so very enjoyable. 



Peter Silver 



Steven Rhodes 



So Long and 
Thanks for all the Beer 



Gone Fishin' 





Mark and fiance Jennifer Christiano 



Mark Michaud 

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Henry C. Veldenz 



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Mary Pat Tierney 



"I want it all, 
and I want it now/* 





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Name: Christopher Joseph Adducci 
Hometown: Williston, North Dakota 
Children: One on the way. 




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Footprints 



One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach 
with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene he 
noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonged to him and the other to 
the Lord. 

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the 
footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there 
was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest 
and saddest times of his life. 

This really bothered him, and he questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you 
said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have 
noticed that during the most troublesome times of my life, there is only one set 
of footprints. I don't understand why, when I needed you most, you would leave 
me." 

The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never 
leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of 
footprints, it was then that I carried you. 




David Kim 

131 



Sung Yang 



Success, to us, 

means 

a life with Jesus. 

We wish each and every 

one of you a success 

in your future. 

Sun and Sung 




June 22, 1985 




Naif Abraham 

132 




Cheryl Murphy 

Attainment 
Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss 
The purpose of this life, and do not wait 
For circumstance to mold or change your 

fate. 
In your own self lies destiny. Let this 
Vast truth cast out all fear, all prejudice. 
All hesitation. Know that you are great. 
Great with divinity. So dominate 
Environment, and enter into bliss.— 
Love largely and hate nothing. Hold no 

aim 
That does not chord with universal good. 
Hear what the voices of the silence say, 
AH joys are yours if you put forth your 

claim. 
Once let the spiritual laws he understood. 
Material things must answer and obey. 
~EUa "Wheeler Wilcox. 



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Howard Kaufman 

133 




A strong believer in the 
practice of traditional 
medicine and medicine as 
an art form. 



Throw your rubbers overboard, there's no one here but men. The Dribbling 
Seamen! 





Thank you Mom and Dad 



David Moromisato 



Charles Miller 





Greg and Leslie Nov. 11, 1982 

"Many good times shared with special friends: Many 
treasured memories of our years in the Windy City." 




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Honeymoon Fun 




Gregory Basiago 



Guy Agostino 



After four years of medical school there 
isn't much else to say. We moved back 
to the area from Houston and had a 
couple of kids. Good luck to everyone 
in their careers, and best of health to 
you and your families. 

Guy, Cathie, Jason, and Kristy 




Don't Quit 



When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, 
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, 
When the funds are low, and the debts are high, 
And you want to smile but you have to sigh, 
When care is pressing you down a bit, 
Rest if you must, but don't you quit. 

Life is queer with its twists and turns, 

As every one of us sometimes learns, 

And many a failure turns about, 

When he might have won had he stuck it out; 

Don't give up though the pace seems slow. 

You may succeed with another blow. 

Success is failure turned inside out, 

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, 

And you never can tell how close you are, 

It may be near when it seems so far; 

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit, 

It's when things seem worse 

That you must not quit. 




A Physician's Prayer 

Give skills to my hand, clear 
vision to my mind, kindness 
and sympathy to my heart. 
Give me singleness of purpose, 
strength to lift at least a 
part of the burden of my 
suffering fellow men, and 
a true realization of the 
rare privilege that is mine. 
Take from my heart all 
guile and worldliness, that 
with the simple faith of a 
child I may rely on Thee. 

Amen 



Steve Antonini and Nancy Johnson 



Steve Antonini 



136 



Ilah Heller-Bair 



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood 
And sorry I could not travel both 
And be one traveler, long I stood 
And looked down one as far as I could 
to where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair, 
And having perhaps the better claim, 
Because it was grassy and wanted wear; 
Though as for that the passing there 
Had worn them really about the same, 

And both that morning equally lay 
In leaves no step had trodden black 
Oh, I kept the first for another day! 
Yet knowing how way leads on to way, 
I doubted if I should ever come back. 

I shall be telling this with a sigh 

Somewhere ages and ages hence; 

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — 

I took the one less traveled by, 

and that has made all the difference. 

Robert Frost 



Yea, though I walk through the valley of the 
shadow of death, I will fear no evil . . . 




So nothing much stops me. 




Family Px\ 

Family practitioners are the 
i ^workhorses of medicine — gener- 
ally regarded as reliable, dedicated, 
hardworking, but none too bright. 





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FLORENCE 
STONEBREAKEI 

"I want to talk to you about the theme you turned in 
Friday, Mr. Gillis," said Mr. Hambrick when we were 
alone in the room. 

"Yes, sir," I said, my voice hitting high C above middle 
E. 

"Frankly," he continued, "I was amazed at that theme. 
Until Friday, Mr. Gillis, I had merely thought of you as 
dull." 

"Yes, sir." 

"But now I know I was wrong. The trouble with you 
is that you're archaic." 

"Huh?" 

"You're archaic You're way behind the times. You were 
bom one century too late. And," he added, "so was I. I 
tell you, Mr. Gillis, I have no regard for modem writing. 
It all seems like gibberish to me— all that clipped prose, 
that break-neck pacing, that lean objectivity. I don't like 
it. I think writing should be leisurely and rich. Sentences 
should be long and graceful, filled with meaning and 
sensitive perception. Your theme, Mr. Gillis, is a perfect 
example of the kind of writing I most admire." 

"Call me Dobie," I said genially. 



Mark Gillis 



Marshall Steel 

"What is real?" asked the Rabbit one day. . ."Does 
it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick- 
out handle?" 

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. 
"It's a thing that happens to you. . ." 

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. 

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was 
always truthful. "When you are real you don't mind 
being hurt." 

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," 
he asked, "or bit by bit?" 

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. 
"You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't 
often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp 
edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by 
the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved 
off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints 
and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, 
because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to 
people who don't understand." 

The Velveteen Rabbit 
It's been fun traveling together 

on the road to reality. 



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We've had so many times, 

There are many 

I have already forgotten. 

And we have shared times 

I shall never forget. 

But in each of these, 

You somehow affected me: 

I have continued to become who I am 

With you. 

Know, then, that in many of 

My future quiet moments 

I will think of you. 

In a certain way, 

I will be with you. 

And because of this— 

For all of this, 

I thank you. 



Your friend, 



9- 

Joseph Hildner 



Randall Lee 



Last thoughts to friends old and 
new: "Hi, I'm having a potluck at my 
place; the theme is ethnic; bring your 
favorite recipe." "Hey, let's go to 
Chinatown for Dim Sum." "Is there 
any more to eat?" "My car's in the 
shop. . .again!" "O.K. now! Everybody 
look this way and say CHEESE!" 

Lasting thoughts to my Dad, 
Mom, and my family: Thanks for your 
love and support. I couldn't have done 
it without you. 





Kieth McEwen 



Amelia Rojas 




Doria Devare 

I wish to dedicate the M.D. to my wonderful husband who 
so patiently guided me through this "long journey" of 
medical school training. And thanks, Loyola, for enabling 
us to be together. 



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LIFE'S A 
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THEN YOU 
DIE 



Charles Havel 



Richard Gonzalez 



Frank Giordano 




Michael Roller 






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Vivian 
Paloyan 



STRITCHING THE TRUTH, 
the final edition 

by Mark Gillis 

EXCERPTS FROM FLOOR EVALUATIONS WE WOULD 
JUST AS SOON FORGET 

". . . taught us an important lesson concerning medical students: Never 
underestimate someone's ineptitude . . ." 
"... established a new gold standard for mediocrity . . ." 
"... would make an adequate third world physician . . ." 
"... often tried to be helpful by countersigning attending's orders in the 
charts ..." 

"... attended every drug luncheon . . ." 

"... would have fared better had he not been overheard claiming 'sick 
people give me the dry heaves' . . ." 

"... occasionally found the time in her schedule to accompany the rest of 
the service on rounds . . ." 

"... made us wonder what would happen if everyone with $48,000 and a 
white coat wanted to become a doctor ..." 

"... when asked the proper dosage for propranolol, he said he didn't 
know, but would be more than happy to run down to the hospital infor- 
mation desk to find out . . ." 
"... called the attending a gomer and the residents Lascivious Dirtballs . 

11 

"... frequently attempted interaction with other medical personel, but 
was put out when nursing staff refused to repond to 'Hey Bimbo' . . ." 
"... would make a fine surgeon . . ." 




"Hey dude, nobody starts I.V.'s on me 
but myself!" 




In Ob-Gyne you find that every once in a while one of these Copper-7's just won't want 
to come out. 




144 



"... Yeah, it's the same old story; one 
minute you're just kissing on the couch, 
then two weeks later he tells you he's 
pregnant." 




Tony tried to hold out on the isoniazid 
as long as possible, but military T.B. of 
the face was the last straw. 




"Boy, these white jackets have pockets for everything!' 



Pete's interest is piqued with the new 
over-the-counter emetics. 




I never thought I'd make it, but a fluke must have occurred: 

I'm sure that Dr. Burr or Dr. Cross perhaps had erred. 

But not being one to squabble over what is wrong or right, 

I gracefully accepted their apparent oversight. 

I started school in August, an ungodly time of year, 

And great was my amazement when I finally showed up here. 

My classmates were not exactly what I thought that they would be; 

They were instead a highly pathologic potpourri. 

Over who would get the front row seats they made a raucous fuss; 

Myself, I found attendance to become extraneous. 

When questioned by my peers about my means to stay afloat, 

I'd reply, "My friends, in God we trust, and also coop notes!" 

I'd justify the times when my performance was not stellar, 

By saying "Hey, c'mon, you guys know that I'm just an average feller." 

"And anyway, I've heard it said that basic science boors 

Have awful times adjusting when they made it to the floors." 

So I claimed my academic course of mediocrity 

Was merely forsight into acting prophylactically. 

Perhaps the best advice I've heard I've followed to a "T" 

That in the end what really counts is "P = M.D." 

The floors were not much different from the academic rut, 

But in lieu of missing classes I would try to blow off scut. 

While hanging out in surgery in hopes of seeing action, 

They'd call me to the floors to do a finger disimpaction. 

I'd no sooner finish that and think "Now what could be more fun?" 

When the nurse would scream for I.V. help in room three-sixty-one. 

And in the end I'd always find my efforts unrewarded; 

My final grade and floor evals were always much distorted. 

I'd bust my butt and break my back to only end up beaten 

By attending floor evaluations calling me a cretin. 

"Well fine," I'd say "I can forgive but never will forget . . . 

You think you've heard the last from me, but no, alas, not yet." 

"It flows downhill," to quote a prof who's know both far and wide 

"I'm not much now," I'd say in truth, "but next year wait and see, 

I'll get revenge as soon as I have students under me!" 



"... Yeah, and remember the time 
Student health mixed up the estrogen 
and the Heptavax shots?" 



145 




". . . of course, Ted Merrill is only my stage name here 
at Chippendale's, but when the show's over, I'm just good 
old Ted Guarino again . . ." 




Dr. Spock 

Director, De^t. of Ob-Gyne 

University Hospital 

Dear Director, YOUR HONOR, Sir, 

I can't begin to tell you what a wonderful time I had 
interviewing for a residency at YOUR FINE INSTITUTION. 
Well, perhaps I might try. Allow me to say that it was both an 
HONOR and a PRIVELIGE to even be in the same room with 
someone of YOUR STATURE IN THE MEDICAL COMMUNI- 
TY. I might add that your picture in the residency brochure 
hardly does you justice; you have the physique of A MAN HALF 
YOUR AGE. Not to mention your IMPECCABLE TASTE in 
ties. You are, apparently, a man who KNOWS QUALITY when 
he sees it. 

As was pointed out numerous times during my FULFILL- 
ING INTERVIEW, there may be a slight discrepancy regarding 
my medical school grades; not being one for melodrama, I shall 
try to refrain from telling you the gory details of how MY 
WHOLE FAMILY was slain in a South American coup during 
freshman finals. Nor shall I be so brazen as to mention the fact 
that Albert Einstein actually flunked his first physics course. I 
would hope that my ACTIVITIES would speak for themselves. 
And although I haven't actually published, I have often toyed 
with the idea. Please try to take my evaluations with a grain of 
salt (unless you're hypertensive! Ha Ha!); I feel that three months 
on a service is hardly enough time for an attending to get to know 
you before he starts flinging slander and libel and other bilious 
comments into your permanent record. When it come right down 
to it, MY INTENTIONS are good; I've always wanted to be an 
obstetrician as far as I can recall, maybe even from IN THE 
WOMB. 

Just wanted to drop you this little note and hope you enjoy 
the enclosed ($$) gift. And although it is highly unethical to make 
"arrangements" outside the match, let me just say that I 
INTEND TO RANK YOUR PROGRAM QUITE HIGHLY, 
somewhere in the upper half of my top two choices; I mean WAY 
THE HECK UP THERE, meaning NOT LOW; get it? Well, I 
have to get back to rereading Williams' Ob text. Until Match Day, 
consider me 

Residentally yours, 

Ramona Lacerated-Pharynx, MS IV 



". . . hmmm, let's see, I can go out with Betty on Friday, 
but I'll have to bump Trish to Saturday. So that leaves 
Donna for Tuesday, Liz on Wednesday . . ." 



"Geez, I can't believe they stuck me here with Mae!" 

"Yuck! I have to eat with that gross Steve Pfau! Will this 
night ever end!? 



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Congratulations and Best Wishes 
to the Class of 1986 from the 
Administration, Faculty and 

Alumni Relations Department of 

Loyola University of Chicago 

Stritch School of Medicine 



147 



From the Editors: 

Medical school impressed us. It was a long experience 
which not once ceased to be amusing. The challenges it 
presented, the situations it created, the changes it brought 
about in ourselves, were great. But the people we encountered- 
-indeed, shared our very lives with while experiencing those 
changes--were so exceptional that we thought it tragic to allow 
memory of them to drift away to wherever we stored the Urea 
Cycle. In short, it's just been too good, too significant, not to 
make some permanent record of it all which might someday jog 
memories of how special it has been. So we produced this 
yearbook. Our greatest regret is that these mere 148 pages 
necessarily exclude innumerable people and experiences we 



would like to have included. 

Graduating from medical school is a challenge. And 
creating a book like this at times seemed even more challenging. 
But trying to accomplish both endeavors simultaneously — now 
that's downright impossible— unless, of course, you've got a 
whole lot of help and support. We enjoyed just that. We thank 
those people who made the Plexus possible. Our memory and 
appreciation of their help lives on in this book which has come 
into being only through their support. We especially thank 
those below. 
Matt Nora 
Joe Hildner 



Alumni Relations, Dean Barbato, Frank Bourget, and the Jesuit Community for 

their moral and financial support of the Plexus. 

Steve Pfau First of all, for his being the only one of us who knew anything 

about putting a yearbook together. His experience and expertise allowed the 

piles of disorganization which were dumped onto his layout table to become 

this yearbook; and for his role in getting us to subscribe to MTV to work 

by. But mostly for his resolute commitment to team effort, no matter how nice 

it was outside, how much sleep he needed, or other work (or people) he had 

waiting. 

Randy Lee for his omnipresent camera and meticulous darkroom wizardry. 

Cathy Prince for her unnatural amount of forgiveness, for the hours she spent 

alone, but most of all, for her persistence. 

Joanne Cibula for her patient tolerance, her support, and willingness to remain 

engaged. 

Mae Gailani for her hours of help, encouragement, and lending us Steve. 

Mary Pat Tierney for her award-winning sleuth work and uncanny ability to 

actually get med school seniors to turn in articles. 

Sharon (Buttercup) Berliant Master of Miscellaneous, we thank her for the 

generous hours she spent typing, helping on layout days, and telephoning. 

Pete Silver for his enthusiasm, persistent availability, & production work. 

Lisa Wheatley and Marshall Steel for their deadline darkroom work. 

Henry Veldenz for the photos we would never have had otherwise. 

Joe Paris of the Pharmacology Department for giving us a ready-made darkroom. 

Jim Cockerill of Dental Media for his guidance and exceptional generosity with 

his personal time and equipment. 

Dean of Students Office, especially Mike Lambesis, Lisa Krai, and Linda 

Schomer, for technical assistance, and for putting up with us for so long. 

Brother Michael Grace, S.J. of University Archives and Orthopedics dept. for 

their assistance with the History of Stritch section. 

Charlotte Given and E.R. Squibb & Sons for their insistent financial 

contribution to this effort. 



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its Stritch School of Medicine and the Medical Center. The Jesuit philosophy is based on the 
respect for all life and is committed to the dignity and well-being of the whole person. 

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or ethnic origin to all the rights, privileges, programs, and other activities generally accorded 
or made available to students at the school. Loyola University does not discriminate on the 
basis or race, color, sex or national or ethnic origin in administration of its educational policies, 
admissions policies, scholarship and loan programs, and athletic and other school-administered 
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