Chicago School of Medicine and Surgery - Medicos Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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SENIORS The fall of nineteen sixteen opened and we returned with a feeling of happiness mingled with sadness, for this was our last year together. The opening night found us deeply interested in the speeches, for we were near the close of our course and more dihiculties were confronting us. We were glad to again have our dear Dr. Wyneken with us as secretary, giving us additional strength and courage. School work began as usual, with the exception of more added seriousness. Even though graduation is yet several months off, we are making preparations for our final recitation for this institution. A year book The Nfedicosl' is being published by the class so that in after years we can more vividly recall these good old days. Our second semester is at hand and our fate has not yet materialized. Now as we are nearing the close of our four years of toil and work, we experience a feeling of sadness and sorrow that soon as a class, assembling daily, we shall no longer exist. As we look toward the horizon we see a new promise of life, which we hope will be even more successful than the one we will soon lay aside. In closing I wish to thank the class for the kindness and honor shown me by electing me to this oflice for four years, and I wish you one and all future success. , J. PROBSTEIN. A young doctor returning from his case, ' Was asked about the progress of the human race, The mother died, the child is dead, in spite of all I knew, But with Gocl's help and my great skill Iill pull the father thru. W. C. Page I02 :f-...:xwt.f, .w.m. ,Y

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SENIORS Ealehiszturp Zlhhress M 12 P1'e.fident, Fellow Claffmatw, Relczzfiwf and F1'iend5.' The honor has been conferred upon me of addressing you at this, the final meeting of the class. It brings with it commingled feelings of joy and sadness- joy because we have attained the goal, so long sought-sadness, because of the severing of long and intimate friendships. Yet to all things there comes an end. To the shortest path and to the longest trail 'there comes an end. In the varied tongues of earth, we find a word with a common meaning-a word that draws the curtain on the brightest scenes of earthly life-that word to give utterance to which we have assembled here, that sad, sweet word farewell. , lt is with pride, fellow classmates, that we can look back upon the past few years. Pride because of the present realization of our ambition-and of our con- nections with this institution. And who shall challenge the right of this class to thrill with pride, that it holds the credentials of this great institution? and who may deem it strange that they take pride in this hour when theyjoin the hundreds who are holding aloft its standards in various parts of the country-their lives pledged to the loyal and loving service of humanity. It is to the older men in the profession at whose feet we have studied to whom we look to point out the good, and from there lives of service to mould ours-copy- ing thus the tendencies of men of all generations. lt is related by the silver tongued historian of ancient Greece that Pericles when harassed by foes from without and traitors from within was accustomed to retire to the Temple of Minerva and gazing upon the battered trophies of Leuctra and Thermopylae which hung upon its, walls-mute but eloquent reminders of the glories of Grecian arms and the triumph of Grecian statesmanship. By this we have relied upon your wisdom and your guidance. Here we have sought council and assistance from you, who have been so able and willing to bestow it. Now we launch our little craft-away from the shipyard-off the stocks-away from the master builder's hands. We go to battle with the waves where there shall be few to assist. Our own eyes must watch the compass and scan the chart. Our own hands must hold the rudder. If ever hours of dark defeat and failure come, bitterly will we rue the neglect we have paid your monitions, and when the banner waves high, with a glad shout of triumph, we will think of you, and say that to your wisdom and instruction we owe it all, and may we in after years look back with pleasure upon those men who taught us that A mighty science is the one that deals With man, the crowning masterpiece of life That Great machine of power in human strife Except its Primal mastery reveals the whole And can do all but create Anew or break the spell of death and may Indeed, Great human suffering allay Until it almost seems to baffle fate. Page I04 if I