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

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Page 188 LITERATURE He continues to battle with discouragement, Till from college life he's free, VVith a diploma he is awarded, And adds to his name Nl. D. . Having completed his course in medicine, Having lived a student s life, The first thing he hunts is a location, The next thing he hunts is a wife. He now wears the name of Doctor,H A man who is called on to go, , To visit the sick and afflicted, Through the rain, the sleet and snow, Hejs called upon both day and night, To different parts of the land, To comfort the sick and the dying, And battle with the disease of man. He rides many times when hungry, Many times in need of sleep, Attempting to rally the dying, And consoling the ones who weep. He faces 'cffing Winterixf' icy breath, The rain, the sleet and the snow, Day or night, sick or well, He's always expected to go. His friends are like his Jewels- In number they are very few, His services are soon forgotten, Which are rendered, so faithful and true. As the times roll on age makes her mark, On, brow' and heart and hand, He soon will cross the River of time, And rest with the happy band. He's then done battling with toils of life, He parts with loved ones and home, He's done combating diseases, To which mankind are prone. He's done with earth and timely things, There's nothing to trouble his mind, Hefs served the term of a Doctor's life, And leaves this world behind. The widow and her fatherless mourn his loss, But that fond voice is stilled, And in that home is a vacant chair, What never can be filled. He's free from winters coldness, From summer's ray of heat, He's free from all diseases, He's where there are none to treat. This ends the story of a Doctor's life- The title to ittis given- Tt's The Rugged Road from the Student's Cradle To the Doctofs Home in Heaven. A JOSEPH S. IVIARSH

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LITERATURE Ulibe itlilultiplping 5-Blehits One little doctor Looks you thru and thru, Can't diagnose your case Then there are two. Two little doctors Failing to agree, Call a consultation Then there are three. Three little doctors Poke you o'er and o'er, Send for a specialist Then there are four. Four little doctors Wonder you're alive, Another brings a stomach pump Then there are five Five little doctors Trying fancy tricks Order in an alienist Then there are six. Six little doctors Preparing for your heaven In comes an O. D. Then there are seven. Seven little doctors Decide to opera te, Call in a surgeon Then there are eight. Eight little doctors Think its in your spine Ask for a neurologist Then there are nine. Nine little doctors All of them are men Send for hlary Walker Then there are ten. Ten little doctors Standing by your bed ' Come to a decision Find that you are dead. 1 W. R. C. Page 190