Northwestern University Dental School - Purple and Gold Yearbook (Evanston, IL)

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W,-,,.,,.. . I I I 1 I I ll. :I fi , s! :I I. all I I I I I I I I I I I . I I I I I I I I I I A JAD GALE Blow, blow, blow, Burn, burn, burn, This durn solder doesn't flow. The fire now has a turn, I . . More borax, he doth say, And from the porcelain facing, And for more flux he must pay. The backing goes chasing. Check, check, check, p The po-rcelain is checking, 'ID it' ,N if WGMAN, FICKLE WOMAN! J. I. Sinn, the little blo-nd Deutscher knabe, a few evenings since, blacked up his inicrosco-pic hirsute appendage which he calls his moustasche and proceeded to VV est Chicago Club House to take some exercise, namely, to dance. i No-w, this little fellow takes great pride in his dancing ability 5 in fact, he has even hinted at starting a dancing school as a side line to his pro-fession. After several attempts he succeeded in finding a lady who had nerve eno-ugh to tackle a two-step with him. They started off and proceeded only a short distance, then found it necessary to stop and start again. This procedure was go-ne through with again and again, so many times, in fact, that the onlookers thought that the couple was trying to introduce a new fancy dance, the fascination of which they failed to discern. I I At last, 'tothe great relief of the young lady, the 'dance was ended and Sinn led his partner to a se-at a.nd remarked: Miss Blank, that was an 'elegant two-step-the best I have had fo-r a long time. Young Lady Crapturo-uslyQ?j j- Yes, indeed, Mr. Sinn, it was very enjoyable. You certainly are a splendid dancer. Sinn fexpandingj- Y es, Miss Blank, I pride myself on my two- stepping. I d-on't care very much for the waltz, but the two-step I adore. The conversatio-n rather la.gged during the interval, but, at length, the orchestra began again. Mr. Sinn was excusing himself to go and find another victim, when the young lady interrupted: '0h, by the way, Mr. Sinn, here is a card of Prof. I-Iopper's Dancing .Academy-it's an excellent place for beginnersf, If' NOTE.-The composer here dropped off into an intoxicating reverie. Perhaps he was thinking of the past, for all we can discern is a lot of straggling letters, dots and pashes.-A. B. C. 182

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I tried my duty to perform, XV as at my office shine or storm. I treated by the Golden Rule- And therefore may have been a fool. These noisy peo-ple represent The patients always discontent. Ah! for the other, larger class, I look around in vain-alas! These very Astrals-hard to please, I charged b-y far the lowest fees, And sent them bills but once a year- From which I would but seldom hear. I was as patient as a lamb- I did their work, and-'here I am' ! His indignation scarce repressed, St. ,Pete-r thus the mob addressed: Though in his chair you ill behaved- In usefulness your teeth he saved? VVell-that-he-did, they answered, but Replied St. Peter, sharply: Tut! Relieved by him of dental ills Of co-urse, you alwa.ys paid the bills? We must confess, they answered, uno. Returned St. Peter, sternly, NGO E IN' ith nod and mien triumphant, grand, I-Ie to-ok the dentist by the hand: For all yo-ur sins your tribulation VVas great eno-ugh in expiation The punishment, indeed too sharp: So pass right in-select your harp l i'i'0' AT LAST. There's tr-ouble at the boarding house. Thereis blood upon the moon. The bold, bad, base monopolists Have co-rnered the festive prune! 1-Sl

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,ODE TO A FREJHMAN 4 The last rays of the setting sun Had ceased to paint the glass, VVhefn a green, young freshman, Mr. Rose and blew out the gas. 'Twere better he had kept his bed Than thus to douse the glim, The coroner and jury said, Who sat next day on him. But some it seems will never learn Till shortly after death, 'Tvvas better that the jets should burn Than be put out with breath. It may be, that the fresh was right, VVho tried a year ago To force some other kind of light On'boarding-houses here below. For he it was without a doubt YN ho tried in various ways By po-wer of lung to worry out An incandescent blaze. But all our warnings are amiss, No odds how it applies, VVith freshie ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise. And if in blowing -out the gas These fellows will persist, NNe'll meet them over there at last And here they won't be missed. ' 183 Dun, R. E. M F I l l F