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YEAR NOTES

FIRST YEAR

The year began with Botany, and the thing that made Dr. Blackwood's lectures different was the element of human drama

— "It happened to Auntie's hollyhocks, and it was awful!" Keith Mather having gone off on a jaunt to Alaska, the Physics lectures were taken by Dr. Hines who speaks a dialect all his own — "It's the partical derivative of r-dot-squiggle-hat, you know". Dr. Stranks' fatherly chats have helped us in settling down to Uni. life. The image of Mr. Boardman as a man com- pletely dedicated to the cause of Zoology was shattered when, on meeting Robert H.

at a showing of a very frank French film he remarked — "Hmm, more interesting than the formative movements of the frog Blastula, what?" When handsome Dr.

Lawler walked in at the start of his lecture all the girls swooned. At the end of it every- one swooned. He must be the first man to have caused medical students to suffer from writer's cramp.

And what of us? There are one hundred and eightly of us, including thirty-six of the XX type (some might be classified as XXX). Twelve students are from overseas, and thirty-two from the country.

One hundred and forty hold scholarships of one sort or another. We have a Diploma of Pharmacy (Ivan C.), a Diploma of Radiography (Diane G.) and a Diploma of Art (Tony R.). We are a pretty energetic lot:— Helen B. is vice-president of AbSchol, and played intervarsity tennis, Julie C. is active in the A.L.P. club and the Anti- Hanging campaign, Robert H. is on Farrago.

Wayne M. was a winner at the intervarsity boxing championships, and Jim R. was in the gymnastics team. Then we have assorted debaters, footballers, drunkards, marble players, etc., and a large number interested in music. Bob P. led some of the braver members in campaigns against the Engineers and thirteen of our more adventurous souls attended the M.S.S. Dinner as did Dr.

Stranks and Dr. Hines. (Dr. Hines attended very strongly).

And so we come to exams which we're told "are only incidental for the good student". Well, whether we regard them as incidental or not, let's hope we all pass.

SECOND YEAR

After a term of nine months complicated by much hard labour, 170 of us were delivered into Div. HA. Our first inspiration came in the competent hands of a well red professor of anatomy, who instilled in us a respect for the dead — whose lives are still under government jurisdiction.

Our appetite for more substantial mater- ial was further stimulated as we merrillee discovered the contents of our boxes in the darkness of the Berry Theatre.

It is unfortunate Leslie John missed the Ben Casey auditions; on this year's per- formances he would have been a natural.

Happy Jack's Wednesday morning art class provided a pleasant interlude which rather contrasted with Dr. Kenny's nerve wracking Monday mornings.

Under Dr. Finch's eagle eye, hours of Biochemistry flew away, but after Max with the bipennate part, we were Stoned again with an avalanche of bile.

Pansy regaled us with Physiology through the correspondence columns of "The Age"

but in lectures gave moral support to Mollie H., who proved very fast.

The Physiology laboratory may be un- tidy, but never dirty due to Patsy's in- structions to "leave your stools under the benches".

The Sherry Party was a rolling success, with Long John and his mates pulling well behind the bar until the barrel was empty, thanks to Stan O'L. and Mick M's incred- ible effort. Pansy as usual was a star attraction and on this occasion recounted his experiences in motels.

The Convention provided an eye opener.

for many of our representatives but Mal M.'s whirlwind romance stunned all. Al unsuccessful visit to the R.N.S.H. Nurses Home necessitated a visit to Crown Street, and Dr. Hetherington has been kept busy ever since. Tony D. and John G. of Inter Varsity rowing fame did well, but Chris H.'s skolling was classical.

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For the 100th successive time the Med Mashers were defeated by the Physios, even with Genie T. captain and half of the Physios missing in the latter stages of the debacle. Leon P. led a convoy of abductors while Bob N. unfortunately had his dis- tributor removed.

Other great sporting achievements were Bob A.'s effort in carrying his stick to Adelaide for I.V. Lacrosse, Ivan B. carried his North for I.V. Hockey, while John N.

picked up a half blue for Aths.

The Med dinner went off with a bang after which the participants were carried home by their seconds. Who carried who, out of John B., Bill R., Key. B., Ralph F.?

Doug. D. made valuable contacts with the constabulary.

The success of the party at Rod S.'s showed that this should be an annual function.

Many strange sights were revealed in the Dissecting Rooms where the love life of our faculty is conceived — ask John R.

In his £19/19/- suit or Eliz. N., Darryl W., or Noel G., David B., or Jill C. and that little, select group who stun the Physios with their knowledge of anatomy. However Army C. and Ruth M. prefer to operate beyond the year.

Does Lynn Sin? — ask, Gordon S., Harry C., Geoff S., Chips T., Harry M., John S., or Keith S.!

Broken legs were in this year, as ably demonstrated by Gary S., Jean N., Mick K•, and Phil. G., but Eve J. could not quite make it.

Downtown mobs could not fail to be Mipressed by the Open Day display or- ganized by Bill R. and colleagues. i.e. our glorious darlings did their bit.

To celebrate the 100th anniversary of the esteemed Melbourne Medical School we are all hoping for a 100% pass.

THIRD YEAR

The Anatomy Department's last hundred Years of traditional lack of interest in student teaching is over, and another about to begin.

SPECULUM 1962

Donations to the Chiropractors Memor- ial Fund are now being received to enable the present third year tutorial staff to undergo a refresher course at the city abattoirs, or Monash, or . .. anywhere.

We would like at this stage to send a cheerio to the little people of the Anatomy School, who each in his own way, and unrecognised, unthanked and often unheard, make their unobtrusive contributions to the placid, nay stagnant atmosphere of that department:— Professor Ray, Professor Russell, Mrs. Poole that Bismarckian character who marks the roll and (by courtesy of the Elizabethan Theatre Trust) the Saturday morning comedy team, straight man Lavarack, and soft shoe Bradley.

Famous Quotes: "No-one will fail the year because of my subject". So saying six or seven worthy gentlemen hit the dust, completely puzzled as to what makes the said professor tick. Biochem prat sessions are an excellent way in which to pass time of day, or for that matter to pass anything.

Why the morbid interest in urine anyway?

The M.S.S. are investigating the pos- sibility of a pair of roller skates for Professor Wright's metacarpals so that at least he will be rid of that unfortunate gravel rash on his knuckles — that is one of the drawbacks of a long arm.

Professor Shaw, followed by Sammy Gershon presented a brilliant series of lectures on "Narcotics, their sales and distribution". We understand that their latest publication "The Undergraduates Guide to Poppy Growing" will shortly be available.

Completely overwhelmed by the exacting, intellectually stimulating, demanding first term, Jack Little in search of a University education left for the Elysian fields of the Engineering School.

Wal McGregor had something, which for want of a better term they call a baby. It looks like Wal (and like any other dozen blokes in the year).

Judy Young could be very accurately described as a Hytten miss.

What many competent observers regard as a death blow to the Catholic Church in Australia was Bill Knox's announcement of his intention to go to St. Vincent's.

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FOURTH YEAR

This has been a most enjoyable and successful year for our mob. It only took about 9 or 10 months before we had settled into Path. and Bugs with the usual stars setting the pace and the usual laggers lagging. A.R.M. still monsters in the Baillieu but manages to do well.

Many people were caught with their pants down when the paths. honours orals went up, but most of us bluffed them all.

Hearty congrats. to the married ones:—

Jill Fraser, Jeniffer Hoggart and Jeff McFarlane. Also best wishes to future knot tiers:— Viv. McKie, John Grellin, John Hinde and Bruce Batagol.

Annie T. used the top of the R.A.C.V.

building for her twenty-first. We see Marj.

and Dave separately at least once or twice a year. Ken B. has been driving his M.G.

up the wall lately. John B. has lost his upper lip under a mass of foliage.

The inter-hospital football match was played under ideal conditions and a large crowd of hysterical fans turned out to watch a dazzling display of power football turned on by four teams of highly trained athletes.

St. V's. perforated the inter-postal fissure most frequently and Frank I. received the

"Jenny Taylor" trophy with the words, "I don't know where I'm going to put this, but I'll think of something". Someone else said it was a put up job. Others cheered.

The main event of the day was won by Peter K. in the pavilion. He was still going at 10 p.m. "Why leave some in it?" he said. Jeff R. was carried off mumbling.

Later in the pavilion, he commented,

"Where am I?"

Snakey K. starred at half-forward flank without touching the ball. He limped off with a broken leg and asked, "How will I do it now?"

Treth confidently tipped the Melbourne to win — they finished in the top four.

The bugs department invited us all to a film night and supper. We learnt all about blood cells with legs and antibody prod- uction. The show was compered by Snakey

K. assisted by Dr. White. The former passed out early in the evening.

Cards went on into the night at P.H.

and R.M.H.

Tugger has started his Saturday morning services for all those who can afford ties and get up early.

Ian C. and Tony M. are really getting Medley's under way with a swing. It looks like being a really good show this year at Leggetts.

Clinic Classics:—

Maurie B.: "Noticed any breathing lately?"

Bruce R.: "Any other members of your family die of what you've got?"

Nick R.: "What's your occupation?"

Patient: "I'm a coal loader!"

Nick R.: "What does that involve?"

Patient: "I load coal."

Nick R.: "Oh."

Well, we'll all lie around for the next two years with no exams and plenty of spare time.

Sick of Pots?

Come to the

"Clyde"

and have a

glass!

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