Ohio College of Dental Surgery - Alethian Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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majestic stride, he gazed sternly to right and left. The11 seating himself once more in the chair, he commanded: Let us have order, please. A short pause followed, and then he spoke the following: .-Xrink, Apfelbaum-- and so on for a few names, when he suddenly stopped. There is too much con- fusion in the room, can 't hear the response to roll-call. And he proceeded, clear down to Zeterg after which he said. This section ofthe class, would be on to-morrow morning 1FridayJ. Then he went back to Dr. NVay's oflice, and replaced the roll-book, but did not remove the blue coat. I suppose he forgot it. He ran all about the clinic-room, whistling, and ca- yorting like a colt in its first meadow. He waltzed out into the laboratory. turned on all the lathes. and secured them so that they would keep running, He madly dashed up to the plaster room, dumped the plaster all over the floor, mixed up a batch, and threw it out of the window. He broke into the vulcanizer cases, selected one, and stuck it into Ihr. XVay's coat pocket. The11 he mused: I have n't my hook here, so I can't read. I have n't my lantern here, so I can't show any pictures. Gentle- men. I don't know what to lecture about, I'll admit, but it 's a nice thing to have in your ofhce. So think I of this vulcanizerf' Then he galloped along until he had worn himself out. He lay down on a bench exhausted. But he could not rest. I have come out to make a night of it, he said to himself, and by cheese and crackers, I'm going to. Hip. hip, hurrah, Che-he! Che-he! Che-hahsgah-hoo: U. C. IJ. S., Nineteen two. lVell, he fooled around until it must have been three o'clock A. BI.. and as he was running down the lower stairs the hundred and sixty-eighth time, a human form stepped out of the closet that the janitor uses for a kind of sup- ply-room. It was the form of an old man. grizzled and gray. He was no ordinary man. He did not belong to this earth, XVhy you could actually see through his body. No, he did not scare the hero, he just convulsed him. The hero just gazed with eyes bulging from their sockets, fingers stiff, and straight, and hair on e11d. He thought of the days gone by, he remembered how he was scared of specters. spirits, and hobgoblins. The form approached him, and with an open-handed punch on the shoulder, said: See here. who are you anyway, hey? U I 'm a br-r-ber, I-I-I 'in l-l-locked i-i-i-in. Yes, you 're l-l-locked in. You 're a pretty mess. XVho are you, anyhow? VVhat 's your name? Are you a ClCIl1U1lSII'CltOI'?U N-I1-ll-HO-li L' N-n-n-no? Y-e-s T You are, too. Look at that blue coat. Your name 's XVay. No, it 's not. I b-b-beg your pardon, but my name is not W'ay. Are you a student? Yes, but I do n't study. Don't you? That good. Well that 's all right. then. I thought you were Doc. Way. Say, do you know you just escaped with your life? Ol how I hate dem- onstratorsf' he said, as he wiped a phosphorescent sweat from his brow. Then he clapped his foot once or twice on the floor, shook the mold from his whiskers, and danced as if he were getting paid for it.

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Scenes of Scenes Seen and Unseen. T was just at the close of an ordinary day in college, when all the following occurred. sO the time could have no influence. It all transpired within the rooms ofthe college building among the usual number of chairs, cuspidors, and other paraphernalia, so the environment is also unaccountable, It had grown dusk. Every embryo dentist, son of a dentist, sons of preachers and guns. had left the building, Roll had been called so long ago it was forgotten. The janitor was through with the clinic room. It was at least three hours since Miss XVarnick, in her polite, emphatic way. had refused a freshman two bullets for technical work. It has been said in a few llllCS preceding, that all the students had left. That is an incorrect statement, for were that the case, there would be no object for the writing of this narrative. I do not know whether the lone one was a preachers son or a son-of-a-gun. One of the two, he must have been. Possibly both. First place, he had lingered, to swipe a plaster bowl Cand no one but a preacher's son would do that-7. Secondly, he must have been a sun-of-a-gun, to go through what he did. I suppose he found his plaster bowl, but that is a ques- tion soniewhat foreign to this subject. Time flew with IUI him, and before he knew what he was about, James had Finished with his work, and-not knowing of another presence in the buildiugfshnt it up as tight as the chambered nautilus. Consequences: strange feelings on the part of the hero in question. After finding out it was no use, he composed himself. and was resigned to his fate, He wandered about a bit, tried every chair in the building. and finally concluded he 'd rather have a XVilkerson. Then he was at a loss for something to do next. At last a lucky thought. He tried and tried, and finally succeeded in climbing down into Dr, XVay's private office, but just to convince himself that he could. Then he opened the door, and emerged into Miss 'XYarnick's cage. He was strongly inclined to sing as a bird. but refrained belbre the refrain was reached. Tl1e11 he sat down in the chair. and trying as much as possible to shape a llelsarte position, mut- tered: It is quite a responsible position, that of secref tary. Then he read Blackstone a while, and grew tired of his duty. Then, suddenly going back to the office, he was lost to sight. But only for a few moments. He again emerged in a blue coat 4Dr. NVay'sl, holding along, thin bible under his arm. As he walked forward with a

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'A Do the 'pasa ma la,' shake yo' feet, have a good. O my, O rue, he shouted, dancing as hard as he could, while the hero clapped his hands and stamped his foot. A'AHail! Hail! the gang 's all here,' he sang. XVhy, where did you learn that? asked our hero, who had now regained his former cornposure. 'A Do you know that song? asked the old man. VVe sing it every morning at lecture. Where did you hear it? 'Why the boys used to sing it. when I first began to teach here. Do they still sing it? Do tell! Things do n't change in this world. Did you ever teach here? 'A Sure, Mike. I am the best teacher this college ever had. I do n't remember ever seeing you before. Let me see, there 's Mehaffey, McLaughlin, Porter, Taylor, Cooper, Higby, and- A' Well, they 're demonstrators, they do n't count, in- terrupted the old man. VVho are you? XVhy, gee whiz, man! Do n't you know me? I'm James Taylor, the founder of this school. At your serve ice, Sir. And with a bow and scrape, he introduced him self. Then he resumed: Seen anything of Dr. XYatt? Dr. XYatt I exclaimed the hero, his hair again stand- ing up. Have n't seen Dr. Keely, have you? Dr. Keely E That 's who I said. Drs. XYatt and Keely. N-n-no. sir! 'A Well, let 's look them up. IOS They walked along the lower hall until they came to the tablets erected to mark the memory of those de- ceased. Dr. Taylor's tablet, had been removed. and stuud against the wall, and VVatt's likewise. Keely! was still in its correct position Now, I wonder where Dr. XYatt is. See here. kid, he 's gone. A' Maybe, he 's down at Cliris'. XVhere? ' In the cafe, below. Is that place still there? Come on kid, have one on me. 'A No thanks. I can 't drink champagne. XVell, I do 'n't think he 's down there anyhow. He 's somewhere around the building, said Taylor. Then, where 's Keely? A' Keely has n't come out yet. A' Are they behind those things? A' Sure, Mike. Garfields in his monument, Napof leon's in his, Czesar's in his: why should n't we be in ours? 'A XVho 's Caesar? He was a dentist. Did he teach here ? 'AThat dub! XVhy, he did n't have sense enough to pony O11 examinations. He flunked. I should say he did n't teach here. Let 's help Keely out. He never can get out alone. Then he stood squarely in front of Keely's slab. and uttered these magic words: Apical foramen, gingivitus. mesiodistal-occlusal, nervolymphobillosauguineous, spu- tum. spit, expectoratef'