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

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was destined to be hallowed by the exalted presence of Reggy. the Masher. 1 ' Punctual to the minute, and clothed in his new padded-shoulder overcoat, which was covered with various insignia, informing the casual observer that he was one of the Queen's beloved subjects, a student of the N. U. D. S. and a l-oyal member of Xi Psi Phi, came this young dandy at a stride so rapid that his new horse-show cane was made merely an ornament instead of a means of locomotion. Northwood graciously took up his stand on the park corner, where his friends across the street could have the best view, and be- gan looking this way and that, whirling his cane 'round and 'round, as happy, apparently, as a coon in a melon patch. I-Ie arrived upon the scene of action before the jokers were expecting him, but as soon as he was discovered they turned out the lights and arranged themselves comfortably at the windows to watch Reggy wait for his beloved Harris. I ' Ere long two nice loo-king, jolly girls passed Reginald and loo-ked at him rather inquiringly. He returned their interrogation and the girls made bold to ask: Are you Rex?', Northwood: Well, yes. I guess Rex will do. Are you Harris? Girl fthe tallerj: Yes, I am Harris. I am so glad to see you, Rex. Itls been a.ges since I saw you. During this dialogue Reggy ran through the list of his old Hames,,' and, evidently, failed to recognize I-Iarris as one of his former babies, but he was game, and he decided to make the best of it. Then Miss I-Iarris asked: Do yo-u know those dental stu- dents who room across the street, up there on the second Hoor?,' Northwood replied that he did not know any N. U. D. S. students this far west, and evidently began to smell a mouse. Unfortunately, at this juncture, Bob Davis and Claude Brant happened along, and, with well-feigned surprise. shouted: Hello, No-rthwo-od, what the deuce are you doing 'way -out here? This salutation, of course, made Northwood 'ftumblef' I-Ie .admitted he bit, taking bait, hook, line, pole and all, so he promised to treat all c-o-ncerned, which, as yet, he has failed to do. It is to be hoped that this bit of narration will remind him of his neglected obligation. 9' WHY WE LOVE HIM JO Cn the morning of january 17th last, Dr. .Pick made this state- ment: If there are any persons that object to me. I should gladly get off the earth. Knowing the kindly heart of the proufessor, the students were greatly alarmed, fearing that some irrationallj in- IQI

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ALL IJ NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERJ' on A NEGLECTED OBLIGA TION g . j Mr. Reginald Charles Northwood, called Reggy by his best girl at Evanston, but p-lain Northw-ood at school, by nationality a Canadian, a sport, a swell guy, wearer of buttons, pins and medals, grower off a sickly mustache, would-b-e ladies, man and member of Psi Phi Fraternity, was the unhap-py victim of a practical joke some time a.go- that deserves to be made public. , It happened in this way: Some rascally students of North- western University Dental Scho-o-l+-may their names never be in- scribed in the temp-le of fame, contrived by so-me means, presumably foul, to send Reggy the following note, written in a feminine hand: Chicago, ills., My Dear rex. I octobur the 19. i hav just come ho-me and wo-od like to see you onct more, it has bin s-o long sinc i seen yo-u that i can hardly wait. we ust to hav gre-at o-ld times didn't we! nolw re-Xidearest i am going to visit my unkel .on the west Side next Sunday the 21 so be sure and meat Me on the corner of washington b-ullevard and ashland avenue' at S o'clock. dont forgit. ' 4 as ever yo-urs lovingly, HARRIS. P. O.-i will ware a red hat. The heartless conspirators had laid their plans so that the pro- ceedings would take place just o-ppo-site their roo-m, where they might sit and hold their sides and preserve the bursting buttons that would naturally result from such a laughable performance. To help the affair out, the prom-oters of the scheme had Hcaught on to some re-al jolly girls in Union Park o-n the Sunday afternoon that the eventful date was to be filled, and their services were secured to make. it more interesting for Reginald. Now despite the fact tha.t Reggy, according t-o his invariable custom, was to go to- Evanston to- see his really and truly best, his curiosity to see who Harris was got the better of him, for he had had so many girls that heuforgot just wh-o Harris might be. So he dropped his Evanston girl ,a no-te, fe-igning illness, and all was ready. To the intense relief of all concerned, especially to Reggy, the afternoon sun slowly sunk- behind the Union Park Congregational Church, and darkness gradually hovered over the ill-fated spot. which 190

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clined individual would make his objection known. So our detective corps shadowed him, and report him as entering the Boston Oyster House and partaking of a hearty meal, consisting of meat, potat-oes, bits of bright conversation, wafted from a table at one side, and wash- ing all down with a good drink of-a-coffee, leaving there at about 7:10. Here the sleuth, forgetful of his duty, lost all trace, but fortunately Dr. PGCR turned up the following Monday morning at 8:40, with his usual pleasant smile. He promised to turn over a new leaf and be on time the next Thursday, but, on account of the pe- culiar sedative action of the weather upon certain of his anatomical constituents, caused a physiological phenomena to transpire, thus, while in a moment of sweet repose, the leaf, temporarily escaping his notice, resumed its former position. The doct-or apppeared a trifle late, but his elaborate apology was accepted, and just as quiet was restored a voice said How about that barrel o-f apples?', Then he smiled. 9 OUR CUPID Cupid went a-hunting On a summer day, Had some nice new arrows . And looked for worthy prey. He took a nice new arrow And placed it in his bow, ' TN ith great precision he took aim And Beadles met his fate. Cho-se a slim, white arrow, Rubbedhis hands in glee, There's not a fellow in this school . That is too Young for me. Tired he was of small game-- Tender students, hearts- So at the learned Faculty He aimed his little darts. . He shot again, for no-t would these His thirst for mischief sate: The arro-w darted swift and sure And Professor Hall fo-und his mate. IQ2 v f l 5 l l l l 1 ,E it li li i 1 E E 2 s E i Z i f 1 , S