Jefferson Medical College - Clinic Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Oddities and Crudities fSome Contribsl A N EAPOLITAN STORY joe Green while at camp at Carlisle went under the name of Brown, painted the town red, got tanned and came home blue. PUN MY WORD Rumor has it that a modest Camdenite believes a Royal Flush has something to do with plumbing. IN A HUMOROUS VE1N BIGELOW: We must keep our engagement secret, dear. HELEN: Yes, I am ashamed of it, too. George is a fraternity man. How do you know? He answered to six names in class this morning. MCGOURTY: Is that your cigarette stub? BROPHY: Go ahead, you saw it first. CONRAD fBeing arrestedj: But, Officer, I am a student. OFFICER: Ignorance is no excuse. OBSTETRIC LORE B. O. A.: Born on arrival. LETTERS OF A SORT Although jefferson has no athletic activities recognized by the Dean, many men have made their letters. In the Junior year Dr. Bonney kindly conferred letters on 36. In the Senior year Dr. Patterson less generously gave this honor to 3 men. Dr. McCrae has given this distinction to 5. So our class has not done so badly. HEARTRENDING The following contrib is inexplicable. The offense seems great, however, and we must publish it. There is Brophy, the evil leer on his face masking a more evil heart. Will jahala, innocent, unawakened, be able to defeat the scheming of the big producer to whom she owes her livelihood? 5 There is the time when jahala, radiant, intoxicated with applause, returns home to her rich apartment with merrymaking friends-to find there-a ghastly thing .... a man murdered .... sprawled across the doorway of her bedroom. Page Tim Hlmdred and Serenly-.rezlen

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MICELI AND ROSS AT DR. I.YON'S LECTURE ll' ll ur-I I :null MICELI AND ROSS AT DR. CLARK'S LECTURE MICELI AND ROSS AT DR. COHEN'S LECTURE If some day I beam on you And gently squeeze your hand, It's 'cause yours proved attractive to My pituitary gland. And if I whisper in your ear, Many roses you're my bud, It's not because I love you dear, It's adrenal in my blood. And if I trust you with my life, And pen you throbbing lines, Don't think I want you for a wife I just lack vitamines. Life Page Two Hundred and Serferzlv-fix

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Takky Was a Nightmare Old Dr, Digitalis decided to take Takky out for a little exercise. The streets were choc-a-bloc with traffic and Takky became restless. Glancing about he saw his old enemy Bacteria in his new suit of agar. Somewhat alarmed, he stepped out at a great pace and the good old Doctor had a hard time pulling in the reins. He brought the silly nag to a halt by grabbing a barber post that came away from its moorings. After gentle care with Takky in the supine position, gasping for breath, he was able to again take the road. Impecunious old Dr. Digitalis now wished to realize some money on the artificial candy stick which he had acquired. They came to a tumble down, rickety Hock Shop but not knowing whether to Hoc the post or prop the hoc, they threw their prize away. Takky was now quite himself and only once did his Hamstrings make a premature contraction as he saw his master's knout raised in the air. The sound of a panting choo.choo came to their ears and Dr. Digitalis saw that Locomotive had taken a Locum-tenens on the tracks and a great industrial vessel was in a state of passive congestion, My God, he said, and beads of perspiration stood out on Takky's cyanotic brow, there's grease on the rails and my relatives are on that train. Somewhat indiscreetly Takky emitted a mild imprecation, Aw-rick-your fib-relation. Realizing the unkindness of this, he made amends by setting off at a mad canter with the good old Doctor whipping up the circulation. They soon found themselves between the devil and the deep blue sea but with usual presence of mind, the wise Doctor gave the last shot in the locker and away they went over the sea fand moon incidentlyj. Takky took hold of the cowcatcher for he node how and soon the situation was relieved. If you don't believe me ask Keetes and he'll dropsy you some information. Very thoughtfully and gratefully, Dr. Digitalis didn't drive Takky any more but sent him out to the green pastures after digging out an embolus that had caught in Takky's axilla and now the old nag is sclerosing away in the meadows. Page Two Illnzdred and Seventy-eigbt