Indiana University School of Dentistry - Prognosis Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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' ' V A f . ,X . prognosis 9 Slitniana Qeutal Qrollege ' 1904 annual H t1ght1y gr1pp1ng them Feelmg h1mself grow SW1ft1y s1ck r and weaker unt1l fear1ng that he m1ght fa1nt and dr1ven to sheer desperat1on by the excruc1at1ng pa1n h1s r1ght hand became a fist wh1ch found 1ts way 1n less t1me than lt takes to tell It to the angle of the man s Jaw where 1t stopped suddenly w1th a dull thud Th1S accompl1shed what the gas had started and a total senselessness of the v1ct1m fol lowed But what was to be done? The man would soon rev1ve and then act1on would be necessary but how to act was an extremely d1ff1cult problem For the sake of do1ng somethmg he se1zed h1s forceps and qu1ckly extracted the tooth Then mak1ng no attempt whatever to restore the man to consc1ousness he thought and thought A ' I have lt at last The man st1rred and groaned softly then opened h1s eyes to look 1nto the beammg face of the dent1st who sa1d D1d It hurt? 1n that sympathet1c mechanlcal manner pecul1ar to those of the dental profess1on A S1Ckly sm1le passed over the pat1ent s face whlle h1s hand 1nst1nc t1vely sought the Jaw wh1ch had been struck by the doctor s ist and he answered It doesn t hurt where the tooth was but the pa1n IS over here As he sa1d lt a look of 1n creduhty shadowed h1s countenance much to the annoyance of the doctor Funny 1sn t rc? he cont1nued Whereupon the doctor put on one of h1s most know1ng sm1les and as sum1ng the same conv1nc1ng manner that had won the af firmat1ve s1de of the college debate on the quest1on R solved that the pen 1S m1ght1er than the sword he pro ceeded to exp1a1n the pecul1ar complex1ty of the nervous system wh1ch caused the po1nt of the jaw to get sore when a certa1n tooth the one wh1ch he had just removed was a certa1n tooth the one wh1ch he had just removed 1S ex tracted Then he smlled complacently doubled h1s fee and d1sm1ssed h1s pat1ent W BARNFIELD

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mga qamgaaaia 1 gianfaaa Dental Qtauaga 1 1904 aaaaai A COMPLEX NERVOUS SYSTEM A dentist sat alone in his offlce si- 1 T lently nursing a very sore and badly swollen hand, on the back of which loomed up, in all its glory, a presumptu- ous carbuncle. On account of his bad , I 1' -' Sw ' . gy is affix xi Z I ' Z' A H. A 'JI 'lli i ,ll hand the doctor had been unable to work , - -il' wg U Q' 'Uni , much for the past week or so, . v i ',, - - arf L i 'wif mlm 4 and, to use his own expression, M fg ' l XX If his long green was growing lliif i l ,, iQr3 3,f g, Q f of quite short. '-l.r 'Y' As he sat there, wondering why he u 5 had to have all the loose, bad luck, the u door opened and in walked a man, who had a trouble of his own, that needed extracting. The dentist hesitated a little at first. But, p-shawl why not? His left hand only was disabled, the other was all right, 'and, yes, he could extract the man's tooth just as well as not. x . So, after a hasty examination, he pronounced the organ of mastication a worthless one, and started to administer a little nitrous oxide gas. The man, being of a nervous tem- perament, complicated matters for the doctor by groaning loudly and squirming about like a man in stocks having his feet tickled. The fellow at last became more quiet, and the doctor was commencing to congratulate himself on the successful administration of the anaesthetic, when he found his patient was squeezing his sore hand, in a manner that might be likened to a Jeffries handshake. The fellow evi- dently thought he was drowning, and the doctor was sorry he wasn't. p The result was, that, at first, the tooth-jerker stood gasping for breath, the sweat standing out on his cold, white forehead in large beads. ' The next moment he was making frantic efforts to ex- tricate his aggregation of phalanges from the hand so I . . V ' 1

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ellie qeeognoeige Shtniaua Mental Qtollege : 1904 Qunualiuu - THE QUEEN OF THE NIGHT Behold the moon! That. golden orb Higher she mounts the jeweled sky Sheds her calm rays on this lone spot: , Man, beast and fowl in slumber lie Higher she climbs, ' She reigns supreme Of love reminds, Ne'er mightier Queen y In rapture b-inds, Of Night was seen And lifts the soul to purer things, The lesser stars in vain doth vie Yea, nobler thoughts than those of kings. They fade till morn, then hopeless-die Thus We mortals in life's short race 7 'T With youthful hopes We speed apace g p . Can win but one, . f Yet all doth run, y T T ' T The race is done! 'e,, The Judge proclaims! The heralds cry! 5: The-rest, unlaureled, crovvnless-die. ' p . ,cl F., W HARRY R. HUNTER. T 3 f Kc