Bennett Medical College - Em Dee Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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l - s- ,::::i:1 -t ' AS TO YOU. Did you give him a lift? He's a brother of man, And bearing about all the burden he can. Did you give him a smile? He was downcast and blue, And the smile would have helped him to battle it through Did you give him your hand? l-le was slipping down hill. And the world, so l fancied, was using him ill. Did you give him a word? Did you show him the road Or did you just let him go on with his loa'd? Did you help him along? I-le's a sinner like you, But the grasp of your hand might have Carried him through Did you bid him good cheer? just a word and a smile Were what he most needed that last weary mile. Do you know what he bore in that burden of cares That is every man's load, and that sympathy shares? Did you try to find out what he needed from you, Or did you just leave him to battle it through? Do you know what it means to be losing the fight, When a lift just in time might set everything right? Do you know what it means-just the clasp of a hand, When a man's borne about all a man ought two stand? Did you ask what it was-why the quivering lip. And the glistening tears down the pale cheek that slip? Were you brother of his when the time came to be? Did you offer to help him, or didn't you see? Don't you know it's the part of a brother of man To find what the grief is, and help when you can? Did you stop when he asked you to give him a lift, Or were you so busy you left him to shift? Oh, l know what you meantg what you say may be true, But the test of your manhood is, What did you do? Did you reach out a hand? Did you End him the road, Or did you just let him go by with his load? -J. W. FOLEY. - - -1- .. ,W V A.-- -...,..,...- . Y,-,M ,,,,,,AnY 209

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-e Wwwwr THE JOKING DOCTOR. l knew a doctor, years ago, Aged forty, fat, and ruddy, Who made of puns, both high and low, A most important study. To men who fasted for a day, Whose lungs were but presumption, l'le'd say, in a most joyous way, How great is your consumption! And added that in many ways, His heart was sympathetic, And how his skill brought forth more pr Than any known emetic. When called upon to use his power, And check some angry tumor, l-le'd cry, How can you look so sour? You're in delicious humor! And if some sighed, the room needs air, Before the mourners present, He'd smile, and gently say, uforbear, Your rheum is very pleasant. My daughter, Annie, on the stoop, Fell sick in strangest manner, The doctor came, and said lt's croupg l'll ipecac you, Anna! And when l asked him, ushall I die, After some great entreaties, He muttered yes, with one closed eye, Unless you diabetes! And thus for many, many years, This creature has been stunning Thousands of helpless, suffering ears By his atrocious punning. But l will have my joke on him, Although to me 'tis trying: For sometime back, l've felt quite slim- He told me l was dying. His bill since last July is due, And it will make him holler To find fl tell this entre nous, l haven't left a dollar! aise .. -FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS 208

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Ii rg? D, THE COST OF LIFE. A train collision killed a fewq investigation cameg The probe was sharp, the uprolaeu was deep, but uno one was to blame The overworked dispatcher, true, had fallen fast asleep. But that was not the railroads fault-and the probe was sharp and deep A hundred souls, a thousand souls were sacrificed to flameg The Hprobei' was long, the iiprobeu was deep, but where to Hx the blame ? U 'Twas panic killed the audience: the loss of life was due To trepidation of the mob, said twelve good men and true, Pray God we grow not bitter, but it makes the vision red- This hellish truth of crushed-out youth, this tale of needless dead! No single name shall bear the blame: go 'iproben ye ne'er so deep For the cost of living rises high, but the cost of life is cheap. -Collier s THE YOUNG PI-IYSICIAN'S FIRST CALL. Hey, there! You little wriggling brat, Winkin' and blinkin' on grandma's knees, What do you think of this biz? Cute little fellow, ain't he, Liz? Say, Doc, how much did you say he weighed? Ten pounds! Beats Brother -!ohn's, anyway. Hully gee! What a Fist that is: Regular l-lerculese, ain't he, Liz? just see him double up his paw, l-le's goin' to fight his ma, Gr else his grandmag gee whiz! Whoops like an indian-don't he, Liz? Seems to say, as plain as can be, lim as lonesome as l can be: Lonesome the poor little fellow isg But we'll be good to him, won't we, Liz? Say, Doc, are you goin'? Well good day, l-lere's five dollars: wil! see you pay day. l'm satished, and l'll bet she is. Pretty good doctor-ain't he, Liz? -BRANDON, 'I 2111