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

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FT A SHCR A QE D INIC1 CL URQLUUY

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To Ely Friends and Fellow Smflents of the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Tfrirfyf For two years, it has been my privilege to meet with you as lecturer, clinician and student-after such close association, and where student and teacher have given their best, surely friendship existsl Quite soon, you will be members of a learned profession. May you uphold its dignity and traditions and retain your highest ideals in the carrvinv on of a most laudable work-service to your fellow man. 3 , U In all circumstances, be considerate and humane, be ever loyal and worthy sons of our distinguished medical institution. VVhere possible, attach yourself to a clinic and continue to study, because there are many things to learn and problems to solve. Here, too, is Where the foundation of a reputation begins. The possibilities of dis- tinction and achievement are yours. The price is self-sacrifice and devotion to your work. I would like to emphasize the importance of diagnosis. Here, be conscientious, employing every scientific means to this end. I earnestly trust that success may come to each of you and that you may practice cautiously and reverently, because science and faith can go hand in hand, notwith- standing the perversity of many of us to take the opposite view. lVlay I assure you most heartily of my sincere appreciation in the tribute you have paid me in the dedication of this your Year Book. Sincerely, I Q Eight

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'T he wisest men could ash no more o f Fate Than to be simple, modest, rnanly true, Safe from the fllany, honored by the Feocg Nothing to court in world, or church, or State, But inwardly in secret to be great, To feel ntysterious Nature ever new, To touch, if not to grasp, her endless clue, JI nd learn by each discovery how to wait, To widen hnocaled ge and escape the praise. VVisely to teach , because more wise to learn. To toil for science, not to draw rnen's gaze, But for her lore of self-denial stern, That such a nzan could spring from our decays, Fans the soul's nobler faith until it burn. JAMES RL'SSELL LOWE LL.