Columbia University School of Dental and Oral Surgery - Dental Columbian Yearbook (New York, NY)

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COC7 O S I in the infirmary that our team had broken the record for its class by clipping four seconds from the previous best time. At the same time he unrolled the splendid trophy awarded the team for its victory, and the few patients in the infirmary at the time were treated to the novel spectacle of seeing a profes- sional-looking lot of students so far forget their dignity as to raise their voices in cheers. We go to press with the end of the journey in sight. No time now for sailing along tranquilly; too much is at stake. The college these days presents a scene of frenzied toil. The days are all too short for us to lag a moment. State Boards, practical and written, vie with the wind up of infirmary work in taking that part of the time not occupied by special lectures, or the preparation for Commencement. We are come to the mouth of the river, comrades. From hence our ways diverse. good winds and fair weather, no matter which of Life ' s Oceans vou travel. Maj BON VOYAGE 25

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oaos 1 1 A new mantle of dignity enveloped our shoulders, our mischief changed from the continuous variety to that of spontaneity. We settled down in the main, however, for life symbolized a deeper meaning for us when we lost from our midst a beloved classmate, Anna Mirabella. She had been the bright, cheery influence in our midst, and her untimely decease threw a pall over us. Then suddenly the martial blare of trumpets. Squads drilling in the park; uniforms, guns, bayonets! Sentries posted at the doors, courtsmartial. confinement to barracks! Embryo dentists ,trans- formed into prospective warriors, clicked heels, saluted, and stood retreat at sundown. By some miracle studies survived simultaneously with the activities of the Students ' Army Training Corps. The inferno three thousand miles away cast its glare into our midst, and then with a crash, our hopes for glory on the field of battle crumbled to ashes. An armistice declared! Peace on earth again. Then slowlv the turn in midchannel, a new start against the surging currents of study. Back into the old rut, this time the passwords being Study and Work. Examinations held some dread for us, but we doggedly struggled through and emerged again for a breath of air before the finals. A dread scourge swept the country with no fatalities among the students, but once more the Reaper passed our way and took with him a beloved and esteemed preceptor. Dr. Robert Brust. Joy and sorrow are so inextricably entangled, that we mourn and rejoice almost in the same breath, so that as a true chronicle, we must needs remember the Senior Prom at the Hotel Ansoma. Our new President, Walter Quinn directed the dance committee to bring us together on the evening of March 22, 1919, and a splendid representation of the class derived much pleasure from the affair, at the same time ex- pressing regret at the fact that we should never again meet at OUR Senior Prom. On April 25, 1919, a track team selected after careful competition, went back to Philadelphia to avenge the defeat of the previous year, Dr. Sueskind with them as formerly. The following Monday morning the good Doctor, with what remained of his voice after cheering the team to victory, announced 24

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KZOC7 O S 1 1 M Sgemoriam Slima JHtrabclia Dtcb September 26tf), 1918 Hers was a starlike, meteoric life, With wisdom rare, and grace and charm imbued. Like to a rose she grew, and lavishly The fragrant petals of her friendship strewed ; Their attar in our mem ' ries shall remain Undimmed in sweetness as the years roll by, Refreshed with ev ' ry gentle summer ' s rain, ' Neath which the leafy branches softly sigh. For like a rose of summer she did grow And blossom in the radiance of the sun, Untouched by life ' s dread icy winds that blow Departing e ' er the winter ' s snow had come. Where once was wont to dwell a lightsome ray Within our hearts a shadow lies instead. And yet we mourn no more than mortal clay, Because her tender spirit is not dead! A. J. S. BSE 26