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

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its THE MICROBE'S VIEW OF IT. Said an active little microbe, of the scarlet fever brand,' As a festive germ of typhoid shook him gayly by the hand: Won't you join us at a banquet in the lower part of town? All our ultra-smart bacilli are intending to go down. There are six delightful children, and, although it's rather weird, We've arranged for transportation in Old Doctor l-lighbrow's beard. When he bends to kiss the baby we can take a dozen skips And secure a certain footing on the rosy angels lips, When he lays his ear on Tommy's heart it ought to be a jest For the athletes in our company to hop on Tornmy's chest. Said the typhoid microcosm, Did you know that l was reared ln the sheltering seclusion of Old Doctor I-lighbrow's beard? Said a roving little germlet, of the diphtheritic sort, As an influenza microbe his alert attention caught: lf you're looking for excitement l can show you where to find Something absolutely worthy of your scientific mind. Theres a dainty miss whose nurses watch each breath the darling dra If she looks a trifle sleepy they investigate the cause, Every move she makes is guarded, in a most eugenic way, And with ordinary children she must never, never play. But to keep her safe from loneliness and brooding and all that She's received a birthday present of a big Angora cat. l've arranged with Typhus Willie to come with me, man to man, When this highly-valued feline snoops about the garbage can. You perceive how very easy we can nestle in his fur, And when the damsel hugs him we can hop across to her. Said the influenza microbe, Now you're on the proper track, For theres nothing so exclusive as a purring kitten's back. WS -PERCY SHAW. 211

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THE SAME THING OVER AGAIN. 'Tm tired, he growled, of the endless round Of things I'm doing each day. Each morn, by jinks! at my desk I'm found, To work in the same old way. I get nowhere when the day is through: I'm not like Iuckier men- Tomorrow l'll be compelled to do The same thing over again. That night he dreamed that he heard the trees Complain of the tasks they hadg Their words moaned by on a sighing breeze In tones that were dull and sad, Each year, they wailed, we must leaf anew- The spring time telling us when- And year by year it is ours to do The same thing over again. The clock ticked loud from the bedroom wall And said in a voice all sour: There's nothing new I may do at all But journey by hour and hour. I strike for twelve and for one and two, I shudder at nine and ten, For day by day I must always do The same thing over again. The earth itself all at once complained: 'Tm heartily tired, I sayg I've rolled along, though it snowed or rained, And whirled for each changing day- Through centuries, and through eons, too, I've gone the same course-but then Each year I sigh that I have to do The same thing over again. When a bit of sunshine hits ye, After passing of a cloud, When a bit of laughter gits ye, An yer spine is feelin' proud, Don't forget to up and Fling it At a soul that is feeling blue. For the minute that you Fling it It's a boomerang to you. -1. CRAWFORD 213

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SUCH I5 LIFE. Somehow or other my heart to-night ls just full of the love of lifeg And the joy of living and loving Outweigh the care and strife. And the cross that seems so hard to bear The love of a friend makes light, So l've just got to say with all my heart l'm glad l'm alive to-night. The above lines were written after a hearty dinner and before a spat with the aforesaid friend. These are my sentiments now: Somehow or other my stomach to-night ls full of nothing but fightg And the thought of a bean or ham sandwich Fills my very soul with delight. And the friend whom l asked to loan me two bits Out of my sight did diveg y So llve just got to say with emphasis, How the Devil can l keep alive? -S, BOLSTEAD-Freshman. THE FRESHMAN or LAST BUT NOT LEAST. Were Freshmen down at Bennett, And we have just loads of fun Before the little hell rings And the lecture has begun. ln comes stern Dr. Huber, With manners grave hut kind: l'm sure a better teacher We ne'er again shall find. He spies our friend McLaughlin Upon the far hack seat: And he with all his effort tries To answer most complete. Our dear old friend lVlcCrary, The drugs he teaches us: Some wonder how we learn them all- 'Tis plain we do not fuss. lVlcClurg-what shall we say of him? We like him for his wit: Well versed on all anatomy. So he quizzes us on it. And there is Prof. Rankin, With learning most profound: Who teaches us all there is to know Each time he comes around. Yes! we're students at old Bennett, And we all are full on fun: But welll all he sober Doctors When the College days are clone. OLIVER WATRY, 'I8. 215