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

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sf :-1re.f-ff... .-fr--f-fees----A end. It was not until now that its full meaning, flooding our minds and hearts like a golden sunbeam, dawned upon us, this entrance into the rank of the profession: to lessen human suffering and alleviate the ills of the unfortunate. Early in the beginning of the year, a class meeting was called for the election of officers. lf we believed that the elections of preceding years had been heated, this last and final one broke all existing records, each candi- date eager for the honor of an office during Senior year. We were divided fairly equally into three factions, each striving to place its chosen in office. It was only after four hot, wild, tempestuous hours that the affair was terminated. the following officers being elected: Michael F. Donovan .......... . ...... . . .President O. A. Kreml .......... . .lst Vice-President C. G. Lyons. . . . . .Znd Vice-President J. Zak .... ........ T reasurer E.. Cn. Brust .... R. C. Oldfield .... R. M. Montford. .. Cr. W. Huber. . . E. E. Keitzer. . . . . .Editor-in-Chief . .Associate Editor . . . . . . . . . .Valedictorian . . . . . . . .Recording Secretary .Corresponding Secretary R. F. Elmer. . . Asst. Corresponding Secretary J. N. Knochel. .. .....,... Financial Secretary C. W. Rice ...... . . .Sergeant-at-Arms D. H. lVlcChesney. . . ..... Salutatorian Ira Connolly ..... R. E.. jarrell. . . C. S.. Bucher. . . E.. Cr. Harris ...... . ....... . A. H. Bennewitz ............... . . ........ Historian .Class Prophet . .Asst. Sergeant-at-Arms . .............. Class Will ............ClassPoet Let it here be said, out of the depth and sincerity of our appreciation, and the genuine regard that we have had just occasion to entertain, during the three years that he has been president, Michael F. Donovan has loy- ally exemplified all that we believed him to be, and has proven the sterling gentleman of indisputable honor that his smiling, genial face first made us believe. We take this occasion to thank him and his associates for the fair. just and always unprejudiced attitude which tffey have exhibited throughout, and to wish them all the success in life that their loyalty deserves. ' ln closing, dear comrades, when history becomes the present, and all the yesterdays are gathered up and bartered for tomorrows, let us link our future to a star, and soar over the heads of the sluggards, bent on a journey of success and happiness, won by a knowledge that we have done well. And when thyself, dear heart, with shining foot shall pass Among the guests, star-scattered upon the grass, And in thy joyous errand reach the spot where I made one, Turn down an empty glass! IRA CONNOLLY, I9 I 5. -- --ni .,.t.ee..,.., SII-

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one long remembered as our most brilliant victory. Our first social function of the year was a banquet, held in the Floren- tine Room of Hotel Congress. As usual, it was a success. Besides other notable features of the occasion, Dr. O. C. Huber acted as Toastmaster, offi- ciating in a manner at once appropriate and humorous. The athletic department this year opened with renewed enthusiasm and fresh endeavor, we being highly honored when our classmate, Roy M. Montford, was elected captain of the football team for the season of l9l2. l-low well we were represented is a matter of common history, and it is with gratification and esteem that we regard our athletes. On September 26, l9l3, we entered upon the duties of our Junior year, keenly feeling the ever fast approaching goal for which we were striv- ing, eyes ahead toward that elusive Mecca not to be attained save through the moisture of toil, damp upon our brows. Realizing the importance of an early start, and having long before established amateur 'iparty gangs of no mean significance, all were eager for election of class officers. Accordingly, each man voting according to his own ideas, the following were elected: lra B. Robertson ................ ..... P resident l. C. Jenks ....... . . .Vice-president E.. G. Brust. . . . . .... Secretary F. B. Pearce . . . . . ..,. . . . . ........ .Treasurer -I. E.. Zaremba ........................... Sergeant-at-Arms As Juniors, our duty embraced the task of getting out the Year Book, a proceeding looked forward to with much excitement and speculation. Casting about us, we began searching the talents and accomplishments of our classmates, looking for appropriate executive officers of so important an undertaking. Finally, after days of indecision, headed by R. C. Oldfield as editor-in-chief, the whole crew of artists, editors, uquill pushers, poets, dramatists, humorists fell into line and got busy. The fruit of their com- bined efforts was embodied in that most wonderful of chryselephantine works. The Plexus. Never before nor piece been born of medical brains, from front cover to the last fly leaf, and we are However, lest the gentle reader think year were serious ones, and likewise, lest think we have forgotten the fact, let here since has such a literary master- the gold letters embossed on its proud of it. that all our efforts of the Junior the now scattered class of l9l-4 be mentioned an affray between these same classes that will live in our memories for many a day yet to come, and be handed down to posterity as an example of Junior prowess. Let us not discuss it. Modesty forbids us offering further proof of our prodigious accomplishments lest we give offense to those less blessed with a host of victories. Draw the waiting curtain over the rest of that memorable year, and when it again rises, behold us in that most coveted of havens, that most envied of positions, that most blissful of palaces, the sanctum-sanctorum of all our student life-the Senior Hall! lt was not until now, with but a few short weeks between us and the goal we sought that we realized how near we were to the beginning of the tm ,

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THE DOCTOR'S DREAM. l am sitting alone, by the surgery fire, with my pipe alight, now the day is done: The village is quiet, the wife's asleep, the child is hushed, and the clock strikes one! And l think to myself, as l read the Journal, and l bless my life for the peace upstairs, That the burden's sore for the best of men, but few can dream what a doctor bears: For here l sit at the close of a day, whilst others have counted their profit and gain, And l have tried live warned them And when l have l was waked last as much as a man can do, in my humble manner to soften pain: all, in a learned way, of careful diet, and talked of tone, preached of regular meals, l've scarcely had time to swallow my own. night in my first long sleep, when l crawled to bed from my rounds- dead beat. Ah, the Doctor's called! and they turned and snored, as my trap went rattling down the street. l sowed my oats, pretty wild they were, in the regular manner when life was freeg For a medical student isn't a saint, any more than your orthodox Pharisee! l suppose l did what others have done, since the whirligig round of folly began: And the ignorant pleasures l loved as a boy, l have pretty well cursed since l came to be man. But still l recall through the mist of years, and through the portals of memory steal, The kindly voice of a dear old man who talked to us lads of the men who heal, Of the splendid mission in life for those who study the science that comes from God Who buckle the armor of Nature on, who bare their breasts and who kiss the rod. So the boy disappeared in the faith of the man, and the oats were sowed, but l never forgot There were few better things in the world to do than lose all self in the doctor's lot, So l left life that had seemed so dear, to earn a crust that isn't so cheap, And l bought a share of a practice here, to win my way, and to lose my sleep, To be day and night at the beck and call of men who ail and women who lie: To know how often the rascals live, and see with sorrow the dear ones die, To be laughed to scorn as a man who fails, when nature pays her terrible debt: To give a mother her First-born's smile, and leave the eyes of the husband wetg To face and brave the gossip and stug that travels about through country town: To be thrown in the way of hysterical girls, and live all terrible scandals down, To study at night in the papers here of new disease and of human ills, To work like a slave for a weary year, and then be cursed when l send my bills! Upon my honor, we're not too hard on those who cannot afford to pay. For nothing l've cured the widow and child, for nothing l've watched till the night turned day! l've earned the prayers of the poor, thank God, and l've borne the sneers of the pam- pered beast, l've heard confessions and kept them safe as a sacred trust like a righteous priest. To do my duty l never have sworn, as others must do in this world of woe, But l've driven away to the bed of pain, through days of rain, through nights of snow. As here l sit and l smoke my pipe, when the day is done and the wife's asleep, l think of that brother-in-arms who's gone, and utteriwell, something loud and deep! And l read the journal and l fling it down, and l fancy l hear in the night that scream, Of a woman who's crying for vengeance, l-lark! no, the house is still! lt's a doctor's dream! -Anonymous. S02