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

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THE DEAD STUDENT. 'Twas mighty slow to make it seem as if poor Brown was dead: 'Twas only just the day he died, he had to take his bed: The day before, he played first-base, and ran McFarland down: And then to slip away so sly-'twas not at all like Brown. 'Twas hard for my own life to leave that fellow's life behind: 'Tis work. sometimes, to get a man well laid out in your mind: It wouldn't have shook me very much, long after all was o'er, To hear a whoop, and see the man go rushing past my door! Poor Brown!-so white and newly still within his room he lay! l called upon him, as it were, at noon the second day. A-rushing into Brownies room seemed awkward-like, and queer We hadn't spoken back and forth for slornething like a year. We never pulled together square a single night or day: Whate'er direction l might start, Brown went the other way: flixcepting in our love affairs: we picked a dozen bones About a girl Smith tried to get, who fin'lly married ,lonesj l-le worked against me in our class, before my very eyes: He opened up and scooped me square out of the Junior prize: l never wanted any place, clean from the last to first, But Brown was sure to have a friend who wanted it the worst: ln the last campus rush, we came to strictly business blows, And with the eye he left undimmed, l viewed his damaged nose ln short, l came at last to feelll own it with dismay- That life would be worth living for, if Brown were out the way l-le lay within his dingy room, as white as drifted snow- Things all around were wondrous neat-the women fixed them so 'Twas plain he had no hand in that, and naught about it knew: To've seen the order lying round, it would have made him blue! A bright bouquet of girlish flowers smiled on the scene of death And through the open window came a sweet geranium-breath: Close-caged, a small canary bird, with glossy, yellow throat Tripped drearily from perch to perch, and never sung a note: With hair unusually combed, sat poor lVlcl7arland near, Alternately perusing Greek, and wrestling with a tear: A homely little girl of six, for some old kindness' sake, Sat sobbing in a corner near, as if her heart would break: I L'UlIffl1llt'if 011 nav! page P 217 v

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I I FOREGONE CONCLUSION. I wuks fo' Doctor Cyahvah now V Er-shinin' up de brass: l Ef 't wuzn't fo' one thing, l 'low i X l'd laik mah job fust classy l Dem sma't young doctah's dey has foun' E -les' how much fun it be g T' loaf dis hyah hospittle 'roun' v ' Er-projickin' wif me. Dey sez to-day: Now, Uncle 'Zel-ze, We'll 'speriment wif you, An' bile you maybe 'bout er week 'Twel you's done biled cl'ar throughg Den maybe you'll bile white, an' know You ain' no son of Ham: But anyhow we'd laik t' show What youah real coloh am. l let dem doctahs joke erwhileg Den up an' tole 'em straightg ul-leh! white folks, you ain' gwine t' bile Dis pusson soon or late. Ef you attemp's dat soht of ack You'se sutten to find out Dis pusson's jes' de fastes' black You ebber heard erboutln i m. ,l MOST TO BE PITIED. The woman of sentiment said to the Doctor, 1 fAnd the answer he gave her most awfully shocked herg , Dear Doctor, of all the relentless diseases That lie in dark wait, without warning to seize us, What malady is it so harshly attacks us, r So wickedly wounds and so ruthlessly racks us, l That, seeing its victim distressed in such fashion ' You give him at once your profoundest compassion? And the Doctor responded, 'il think 'tis admitted The man with the small-pox is most to be pitiedlu -MRS. G. ARCHIBALD H INV G Blu

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The books looked pale and wretched-like, almost as if they knew, And seemed to be a-whispering their titles to the view, His rod and gun were in their place: and high where all could see, Gleamed jauntily the boating-cup he won last year from meg l lifted up the solemn sheetg the honest, manly face Had signs of study and of toil that death could not eraseg As western skies at twilight mark where late the sun has been, Brown's face showed yet the mind and soul that late had burned within. He looked so grandly helpless there upon that lonely bed- Ah me! these manly foes are foes no more when they are dead! Old boy, said l, 'A 'twas half my faultg this heart makes late amends l grasped the white cold hand in mine-and Brown and l were friends, -WILL CARLETON. THE QUESTION. Were the whole world as good as you-not an atom better- Were it just as pure and true, just as true and pure as you: just as strong in faith and worksg just as free from crafty quirks: All extortion, all deceitg Schemes its neighbors to defeat: Schemes its neighbors to defraud: Schemes some culprit to applaud- Would this world be better? lf the whole world followed you-followed to the letterl Would it be a nobler world, All deceit and falsehood hurled From it altogetherg Malice, selfishness, and lust Banished from beneath the crust Covering human hearts from view- Tell me, if it followed you, Wotild the world be better? -British Weekly. L'lrs