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

Page 100 text:

the noise and bustle of the Grand Central were mind losing, what must have been his sensation when he alighted at the corner of Fifth and Walnut? Cars coming from all directions, on one side the great Post Oliice, looming up dark and gloomy 5 just across the street a structure in pro- gress of building, which, the young man thought to him- self, must surely reach the skyg and, to the left, a great tall lady, with water flowing from her hands. ' Is she preparing for a bath, mused Tom, and from whence does she procure that -muddy water? She certainly would not bathe in that dirty stuff. But when he beheld several gentlemen step up and ask the tall lady for a drink, she continued to throw that dirty liquid at them, and they actually imbibed of it. Together with great strings of cars, the imagined he could hear the tinkling of the bells in the wind- ing lanes, which led down to the woods, past his childhood hoine. He pictured the lowing herds as they slowly wended their way up from the green pasture. The fowls were perch- ing themselves on the picket fence for the night, the horses quenched their parched throats at the fountain. The wicket gate opened, and a sad, but sweet-faced woman, carrying a shining milk pail, crossed the stable yard, and close behind her, followed a man, his whitened locks peer- ing out from a huge straw hat. His face wore a shade of sorrow- Get out of the road or you will be run over, shouted an angry policeman, as he grabbed Tom by the shoulder. What are you standing here for ? Move on, I say ? Oh! I thought I was out in the pasture noise, the continuous stream of people, 5 ' i if 5 9 -3 sign' lot, groaned the young man, as he shook Tom gazed about in a sort of dream. He B Q f himself and realized that he was standing finally pulled himself together and asked an v 'F ish l:jL2.i.p, before a spanking team of bays, which splendidly groomed gentleman standing 1, vj , ' ' . . ' came near crushing him to the ground. neap, whose funeral procession was pass- 2 h Say, mister, can you tell me where in . I ' :YQ ffk, ' t e Dean lives ? gThe man addressed nudged his compan- A Dean of what ?i' querried the great ion and with a signihcent wink, pointed . man with the brass buttons. with his forefinger to his brain, as much if? I don't know what he .is dean of, but as to say, The wheels are a little loose, I ai' L 'l ,- ,gig 7 ,,.- i I want to find a place to matriculatef, 5511955-H , 7 To what school do ou wish to o, By this time the aspiring young dental- i I young man ? y g student had forgotten which car he was I xg ' Why, to the Ohio College of Dental next to take, for he had expected to End in Q 3 ' Surgery. only one car awaiting his arrival. 4 ' I' Well, here, get on this Vine Street The sun was beginning to wane, and Tom 'L When he aliglxted :md W alnut. at the comer of Fifth Car and get off at Garfield Place. lim-

Page 99 text:

ocfroiasn 6TH, 3 o'cLoc1: A. M. Breakfast being served unusually early in the Steele home in order to help Tom catch the early morning train from the village. Tom is full of determination, while Mr. Steele remains irm, in that he will not assist him in a financial way. Toni has a little money which he has saved from his small earnings, and Mrs. Steele, bathed in tears, slips a well-iilled purse in his hand as he leaves the house. it if fff if The train for Cincinnati is about to depart. Mr. Steele takes his son by the hand and with a lump in his throat asks him if he will not reconsider and return home with him, but Tom sturdily refuses. He boards the train, the conductor is heard to call all aboard, the bell is rung, the steam hisses, the lever is applied and Tom Steele is on his way to a new world, as it were. He sinks down in the soft cushions. His oppor- tunities to ride on the cars have been very few, and the sensation is rather a pleasing one. As the great train rolls along its course his thoughts revert to home and mother, and he awakes with a start. '4What have I done? Am I doing right to leave the folks all alone? ' His musings are suddenly brought to a close by a stop at a thriving little city, where several students board the train. Tom overhears one of them mention the Ohio Dental College and makes brave to ask the young gentle- man if he is studying dentistry. Why, yes, replied the jovial and 'friendly looking fellow. 4' I am a senior this year. A mighty hne school it is, too. Do you know some one who attends there ? IOI No, said Tom, I am thinking of going there my- self. U Oh, indeed, are you ? responded the happy student as he unconsciously viewed his new friend's awkward ap pearance in a new hand-me-down several sizes his junior It is a great study. I hope you will like it. With this Tom resumed his seat. A well-'nlled lunch basket helped to while away the long, journey, and, to- gether with watching the passengers as they got on and off the train and speculating as to how many were going to Cincinnati to study dentistry, he at last reached the Grand Central Station in the Queen City. Tom dismounted, tired and dazed by such a display of electricity and deafened by the thunder of the inrushing trains. He knew not whither to turn. He remembered Dr. Wilcox had told him the 'first thing to do was to repair to the Dean's otiice and matriculate, but what that was he knew not Once more the worthy senior was approached and asked if he would be kind enough to direct the way to the Dean's. Why, sure, take this car to Fountain Square, then get a transfer to Vine Street and get off at Garfield Place. Never having experienced a ride on an electric car be- fore and very uneasy for fear he would be carried past the desired destination, Tom at each stop would inquire of the conductor if this was Fountain Square? After many inquiries, the conductor, in stentorian tones, called out, Fountain Square. ' Tom was Hrst to alight, a huge telescope in one hand and still clinging to the lunch basket with the other. If I

Page 101 text:

With this advice the policeman pushed him on a car and told the conductor to let the young back-woodseman off at the monument. When Garfield Place was reached the conductor assisted the frightened boy off with his baggage. As Tom stood gazing wildly about him, the first object that met his sight was a great huge horse, bearing a monster man, about to leap madly oif a well carved rock. Tom was badly frightened, and, thinking the man would receive serious injury, he cried out with all his might : Stop! stop! don't let that horse jump off there or you will be killedfl But, much to his surprise, the horse jumped not, and the great man calmly retained his seat. The sight of the Bowers, although a little frost bitten, the quietness of the place, as compared with Fountain Square, had rather a calming influence on our young hero's nerves, and he began to look about him for the Dean. Gazing ahead he beheld a great giant-like man with arms raised and a manuscript in one hand. 'K There he is, said Tom, that is the Dean. Rush- ing quickly forward he addressed the greathgure: Are you the Dean ? but no response. Are you the Dean? shouted the nervous young man. That is only a statue of the great Garfieldf' suggested a kind looking old lady who was passing. Are you look- ing for Dean Smith? He lives over there in that white stone building with the large windows. Tom gathered up his baggage, still clinging desperately to his lunch basket, and soon presented himself at the ofiice of H. A. Smith, . H. T. Smith, Dentists' The door was opened by a demure miss of probably six- teen summers. Is this the Dean P asked Tom, with a troubled look. I thought it was a manf' At this a great shout of laughter greeted his ear, and, peering inside, he beheld a great room with costly rugs, old paintings and massive furniture, completely filled with young men, looking rather strange and uneasy. Having experienced so many trials and tribulations in one day this proved to be the last straw, and he comepletely lost control of his nerves, and, at the same time, the grip on his lunch basket, which fell to the floor with a crash, and out rolled sweet cakes of all sizes and dimensions, from a mouse to an elephant, thick slices of home-made bread, jellies, pies, pickles, etc. No, I am not the Dean, replied the young lady, but please have a chair and he will see you shortly. What name, please ? j Thomas Abraham Steele, almost groaned the young man, as he sank down into the soft cushions of a great leather chair. One by one the names were called, and, after a few moments consultation in the private oflice of the great Dean, each passed out into the glowing dusk, feeling happy and light-hearted, and with a very much lighter wallet in his inside waistcoat pocket. At last the kind young lady appeared at the door and said: Mr. Steele, you are nextll . Tom, shaking from head to toe, and visibly very much agitated, presented himself at the door of the private sanc- tum of the greatest man in the world, so thought Tom. IO3