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Show "So much for the thorax; what's "We hope to broaden your interest in anatomy." "The brachia! plexus is not difficult." ''Students, the ocular nerve surges '' over ... over ... over .... 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE FINALS next?" . .. 'Twas the night before finals and all through the lab, Not a creature was stirring, each lay on its slab. The doctors were searching the cadavers with care, In hopes that the structures still would be there. The students were cramming like mad, I suppose, Outguessing, outwitting, getting set on their toes. And I with my atlas and four dexedrine, Had just settled down for an all night scene. When down in the lab there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my desk to see what ivas the matter. I ran up the stairs and dashed down the hall, To see what was causing that terrible brawl. I flung open the door, braving the smell, Though what was wrong I still couldn't tell. And what to my wondering eyes should appear, But four lively instructors, all working like fear. One little teacher was so lively and quick, I knew at a glance that he was "our Nick." The others were larger and quite a bit older, The one with the forceps was really a prober. Hashimoto and Franco were there of course, Tagging and arranging that qbstacle course. And I heard one exclaim, "It's so simple, you see!" So I knew without doubt it was Dr. Jee. They all worked like fury to accomplish their goal, Trying to disguise what's so "simple" you know. And when they had finished their work for the night, The boys on the slabs really looked quite a sight. Poor Virgil, Cyrus, Alma and all, Were all bedecked like a gay Christmas hall. Virg wore a ribbon, while Cy wore a wreath; Alma was dressed in a snow-covered sheath. The rest of the gang looked ever so jolly, With ribbons entwined 'bout the fascia of Colle. Lacunar and Poupart were really quite gay, For one wore a bell and the other a sleigh. The vagus and phrenic were dressed for the season, Each "coursing and surging" like a stain of Van Geison. One foil-covered structure, with lots of luck, Might be discerned as the fascia of Buck. But alas and alack, the job had been done, The "Four Lads" had had their pre-Christmas fun. They left the lab with eyes all aglow And walked gaily through the new-fallen snow, But I heard them exclaim as they walked out of sight, "The medics won't get more than half of them right." Rex Call |
