Drexel University College of Medicine - Medic Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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CLASS CF192 1 29 LINES TO THE UPPER JAW Breathes there a man with mind so dazed, VVho on this upper jaw hath gazed, And cannot tell with half a look That here we have a nasal hook? A fossa here, its name canine, That here we have a nasal spine? That here are holes, in number eight, Widi which the teeth articulate? Below this edge, called orbital, The infraorbital canal, And now within, seen through a cloor, We have the antrum of Highmore. The palate process here is shown, Behind which is the palate bone, While in the outer wall is tucked A channel for the nasal duct. Breathes there a man with mincl so dazed, Who on this upper jaw hath gazed, And cannot tell these points at once? Why! such a man must be a dunce. HERBERT L. NORTHROP, IVLD. LINES TO A HUMAN SKELETON Behold this ruin! 'twas a skull Once of ethereal spirit full. This narrow cell was life's retreat, This s ace was thou ht's m sterious seat. P g Y What beauteous visions filled this spot! What dreams of pleasure long forgot! Nor hope, nor joy, nor love, nor fear Has left one trace of record here. Within this hollow cavern hung The ready, swift and tuneful tongue. If falsehood's honey it disdained, And when it could not praise, was chained, If bold in virtue's cause it spoke, Yet gentle concord never broke: That silent tongue shall plead for thee When time unveils eternity. Say, did these fingers delve the mine, Or, with its envied rubies shine? To hew the rock, or wear the grin Can nothing now avail to them. But if the page of Truth they sought, And comfort to the mourner brought, These hands a richer mead shall claim Than all that waits on wealth and fame. Beneath this mouldering canopy Once shone the bright and busy eye. But start not at the dismal void- If social love that eye employed, If with no lawless fire it gleamed, But through the dews of kindness bea m That eye shall be forever bright When sun and moon have lost their light. Avails it, whether bare, or shod, These feet the paths of duty trod? If from the bowers of ease they fled To seek affliction's humble shed: If grandeur's guilty bribe they spurned And home to virtue's cot returned- These feet with angel wings shall vie, And tread the palace of the sky. ANONYMOUS. ed

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30 HAI-INEMANN 4 C .ia aeyllvli' fe! 2. '.H 2 'Q .5 - 5 MHZ' Ula 1 110123 'ggi WEP ni, I I 27 E lm Hg I q EE' ' af 'cg sm, Mata. ai! r mgis ss. v +Lang. Nowadays it is called First Year Science Class, but we were just Pre-Meds. It seems like I0,000 years ago, but really it was on October lst, l9l6, that we be- came party to a debate. Our antagonist was a man who wore big spectacles and could talk-I said-he could talk. After the debate was over, that is, when Dr. Bern- stein had finished, he had convinced us that we were the biggest bunch of h-ell raisers that ever came to these hallowed halls, or words to that effect. There's nothing like getting a reputation and then trying to live it downg or else live up to it. We decided to live up to our reputation-so we elected Day Pres. with Sage, Darby and Miller as his lieutenants. Oh boy! wasn't that some election? Now, who was the man that ran for every oflice Cas he said, just to increase the number of can- didates. It would sound good to say that after the election, we settled down to hard work, but we didn't. The big town was too big: there were too many new and strange sights to be seen and, best of all, we had so many good fellows in our class to get acquainted with. Then there were the Professors! Good old Pop,' Gordan, who had the only dope on the Root of all Evil, and incidentally held the Chair of Physics. After Dr. Gordan's death a high brow physicist by the name of Schmidt taught physics and didn't he change that curriculum from one of joy to utmost gloom? Remember that day in physics lab. when Prof. Smith was trying his hardest to explain all about the little ions in a mass B and the electrons in a little M and the molecules in a big P? Weren't we the heartless brutes that day? And how a few bright chaps used to work out those tough physics problems and then we'd all write them in our books and everybody get a l00. In Union there is Strength. And how about the Chemistry Lab., presided over by Dr. Griffin? When Becker asked him, Doctor, might this be hydrogen? , Griff said, lt might be Oxygen or it might be -lf' And that sarcastic cuss at the stock room window who passed out broken test tubes and gladly knocked off another two bits from that elastic caution fee. Happy Days! But Oh! Couldn't we make that Lab. smell? Why, we liberated H25 and SO2 to our heart's content. l'm sure that when we wake up in the hereafter with the tem-