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

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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

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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-

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Mr. Steele, you wish to enter our Dental College, I sup- pose, said a kind-looking man of rather small stature, and with hair slightly tinged with silver. W-h-y, y-y-e-s, s-s i-r,', stammered Toni, but I wanted to see the Deanf' I am the Dean. UO-hl I thought he was a great big man, and Tom remembered the pictures he had painted in his mind, as he lay awake nights, thinking of a great, stalwart, statue-like man, probably sitting on a throne, and possibly with a crown on his head. What education have you had ?', 4' Why, I have studied geography, arithmetic, grammar and history. Have you attended high school? No, sir. U Well, we will see to that later. You wish to matricu- late, of course, and pay your full tuition. It will only be fIO5. I thought I would only pay the hrst quarter now, demurely replied Tom. Very well. Of course, it is always well to pay all at first, as it saves any future trouble. Turning to another young lady of seventeen summers, anyway, Please write Mr. Steele a receipt for 325 and a matriculation card for ing. After advising Tom how to reach the college, he bade him good bye, telling him his next quarter would be due December ist. I At last, after many inquiries, and with an aching head and sore feet, the college was reached. Little did he realize what novv lay before him, for, not having had the pleasure of meeting the Superintendent, he was yet in ignorance of the soul-searching glances he was soon to undergo. - The hour being late, not many students lingered in the spacious QD hallways, excepting a few new arrivals who had not as yet learned that in order to become a good student one must absent himself from the college just as much as he deems necessary, and with flushed cheeks and hated breath, rush madly in just before roll call, then to have Dr. Way come up and ask, how you enjoyed the matinee ? Havingimet a Freshie on the marble OD stairs, who, feeling the first pangs of homesickness, was attempting to render all possible assistance to a fellow class man, in order to forget his own troubles, volunteered to conduct his new found friend before the imposing presence of the all- powerful Dr. Way. Dr. Way, in blood curdling tones: Good evening, sir. Good evening, said Mr. Tom, in a voice with a visible quiver. You have seen the Dean ?', Yes, sir. You have paid your tuition PM Yes, sir. He seemed quite anxious about money matters. I supposed the Dean was rich? Tom was positive the Superintendent could tell him what constituted his noon-day meal on the day before yes- terday, for such piercing glances he had not been per- mitted to enjoy before. 104