III. OPENING ADDRESS TO THE INSTITUTE ON PEDIATRIC RESIDENCY TRAINING
MY EXCUSE for being here is the simple fact that Dick Day invited me. Not all acts of a benevolent dictatorship are self-explanatory. My contacts with the Board as an operating agency have in the past been minimal, even though I have known personally most of the Board members quite well. Being already a battlescarred veteran in 1936, I was privileged to be certified under the grandfather clause and never had the honor of being grilled in Board examinations. On one occasion, when oral exams were being held in New York, I served briefly as an invited examiner. This momentary exposure to the inner workings of the Board evidently disclosed that I lacked that little spark of sadism which, when properly compounded with benevolence and encyclopedic knowledge, marks the effective defender of the pediatric citadel; for I was never asked again. In my recurrent efforts to steer former residents along the course that leads to certification, to quell their jitters before they went up for the third degree, and to join them in their celebration after they had been told they had made it, I guess I must have felt much as the average college undergraduate feels when he stands around, watching the big shots being tapped for initiation into the secret Senior societies, and meditating on the fact that something vital is taking place with which he himself will never have direct experience. With this introduction I arrive at the obvious conclusion that my qualifications for telling the Board just what they ought to do remain shrouded in mystery.