Let me tell you what it was like to be a student in this new medical school at Rochester in the early days. In the spring of 1929 I was invited to appear in Rochester for my interview for admission to the medical school. At eighteen years of age, except for my childhood voyage to Italy, this was my first long trip away from my home in New York City and I was not too well informed about the procedure to follow. The train fare was quite high and I found that the bus fare was about half the price, so I took the bus. The ride was long and boring, involving many local stops bearing the names of communities like Painted Post, Binghamton, Utica, Syracuse, etc., which were to become quite familiar to me in the future. As I recall it, the trip took over thirteen hours and I arrived in Rochester after midnight without a hotel reservation. A chap I had met on the bus suggested we try the YMCA, but we found they had no space available. I then went to a cheap hotel, the Ford, where for one dollar a night I had a clean room, a metal locker, and a toilet, as well as a shower at the end of the hall. I slept soundly, had breakfast, and then took the trolley car out to the medical school on Crittenden Boulevard. One of the things I remember about the trolley was a sign, “Suppose Nobody Cared,” which was my first introduction to something called the Community Chest. It gave me a warm feeling to know that here was a city where people did care. When I arrived at the medical school I entered the Strong Memorial Hospital lobby, which was well furnished and had an air of quiet elegance and comfort. I was directed to the Dean's office to the rear of the hospital where, much to my surprise, a charming and very attractive young woman, Miss Hilda De Brine, secretary to Dr. Whipple, greeted me by name and asked me to take a seat in the office until Dr. Whipple could see me.