Columbia University College of Pharmacy - Apothekan Yearbook (New York, NY)

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18 THE CLARION ©0 A Hobp C Jfrnitrrarun Thru life, in ever)- land and clime, The Rose has had its share. In song, in prose, in beauteous rhyme, Of glory great and honor rare. And now this song to one I write, The fairest of them all, A dainty rose with petals white, And fragrance that enthralls. If all the roses sweet and fair. In this great world of ours. Were gathered in one flower rare, Ne ' er seen in mortal bowers. Then up I ' d rise and make this dare, Its wonderous charm divine, Could ne ' er surpass, not e ' en compare With a smile from Rose o ' mine.

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THE CLARION 17 To him the silent breaking off of close fellowship had failed to inspire jealousy, but rather tended to strengthen the friendship, and also to send him back to the seclusion of his previous isolated life. Time in its cruel way stole away their youth. It placed the girl in a home, surrounded with all the comforts that money could buy ami a devoted husband. — the man who had stepped in as the boy stepped away. The Boy with an ever unsatisfied lust for power had entered the business world at the bottom rung and thru these long years had forced his way up until we see him a predominating master of industry, guiding in his masterful way the fortunes of a million homes. He had never married. Men who met him either in business or at his clubs called him a woman hater, but were afraid for their own interests to even mention the subject to him. Could they but have read the inner soul of this mighty man, or have seen him in the quiet of his home, seated befor£ the open fire place of his study, gazing into a small faded snapshot of a beautiful girl, knitting and smiling, they would have found an entirely different man and also the cause for a great calamity which was soon to happen. To him it was but an interesting game. His experience had carried him thru innumerable similar cases and he feared nothing of this one. To the husband it was quite the opposite. His creditors realizing the power and resources of his opponent were not so willing to take chances and he was hard put. The crisis was on. The husband had converted every possible asset into ready currency, and it was only then that he realized his weakness. Too well he knew that failure would make him an absolute pauper and place him with his family in the most destitute of conditions. With the Boy it was different. Locked up in his study, he was again gazing at that little picture and waging in his master mind a mighty battle. In his great mentality he held up a filmy balance. In one pan lay the owner and wealth of his life ' s work, the acme of his boyhood ambitions, and the prospect of comfort and pleasure in his re- maining years. In the other pan lay the Flower he cherished above all other things in the world, — the Pal of Yesterday. The dip of the balance was clear, for the one far outweighed the other. He reached for his pen, and jotting down a few instructions to his secretary. Taking a small valise he departed for parts unknown, to begin again from the bottom. The storm broke out, but ended soon. A great crash on the one side, and a mighty upheaval on the other. The husband stepped smilingly into enormous wealth and power. The Boy equally as happy into poverty. He had been put to the test of real friendship and had found himself equal to it. True friendship is not expressed by the exchange of labelled pres- ents or costly gifts, but rather by the silent sacrifice for another ' s happiness.

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THE CLARION 19 A CA5E IT ' S no use Anne, either you come across or the doctor will know. But I can ' t give you any money. Oh yes you can. the Doctor loves you, and all you have to on is to ask him. Besides I can ' t live forever on the thousand you last gave me. But I can ' t ask him tor any more, I can ' t. I can ' t. Well it ' s up to you. I ' ll be here at nine tonight. You ' d better have the money or The telephone bell rang in the doctor ' s office in the next room, Yes. this is Doctor Alexander. What? He ' s dead, heart gave away, eh? Poor chap, he ' s better off. Alright. I ' ll be right over. Goodbye. I must go now. Remember. I must have the money. and Langdou departed as the doctor entered. Anne dear. I must go over to the Edgewater Hospital now, I ' ll be back late. Don ' t wait up for me. What ' s wrong dear, you ' re not feeling well lately. Nothing, it ' s nothing. I feel tired from shopping all day. Well, go to bed now and have a good night ' s rest. Goodbye. Good night John. The evening wore slowly on for Anne, and she found herself looking at the clock every few minutes. Now it was nine and Langdon. her former servant, would be here in a short time. She thought of the past and what it meant if her husband should find out. When she was nineteen she had met James Crane, handsome, fascinating and wealthy. After a short courtship they were married, and then Anne realized her mistake. Her husband turned out to be a gambler and soon his wealth, which he had inherited, was gone, and he took to drink. Anne stood all his ill treatment until she could bear it no longer and ran away. She obtained a position in Edgewater hos- pital, having graduated from a training school before she was married. Here she met Dr. Alexander and true love came into her life. She was afraid to tell him of her previous marriage for fear of losing his love, so when he proposed, she accepted without saying anything of her