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

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I will do it. Farmer Steele looked up with a surprised air, thinking probably Tom had read his inmost thoughts and would accept his proposition as overseer of the numerous' acres. U You will do what ? asked the old man. I will study dentistry, said his son, almost panting as he spoke. Study dentistry, why, who ever put such a foolish idea in your head? Dr. Wilcox, I suppose. Well, you can chase these notions from your young cranium just as fast as possible, for I have decided to turn over the farm to you. No, father, I am going out into the world and make a name for myself, and have chosen dentistry as my profes- sion. Tut ! tut ! child, you could never pull a tooth. Well, I am going to make a trial. I will be twenty- one next week, and then I can use my own pleasure. Dr. Wilcox has told me of a hue college in Cincinnati which opens on the seventh of October, and I am going to enter then. Boy, I can not spare you from the farm. These vast acres will be yours some day, and then you will not need to labor so hard. Another thing, mother will be so lone- some without you. At this a shade came over the boy's face, but he soon regained his determined air and said no more. That evening as the two sat at their frugal meal, Mrs. Steele said 1 Tom, what causes you to be so quiet? You do not seein to be in your usual happy spirits to-night. H Mother, exclaimed Mr. Steele, Tom has a very foolish notion in his head. He wishes to go down to that big city of Cincinnati and study tooth pul1en'. It is absurd. He would get lost the first day. Why, I stopped there for two days when I came back from the war, and I came near losing myself then, and Cincinnati is a whole lot bigger now. Do you know, John, replied his wife, I believe we are making a mistake in keeping Tom from making some- thing of himself. You know my father was a physician, and I always wanted Tom to be a professional man. Tom looked up with a ray of hope in his face, but his father said : No, Tom, you will go without my consent if you go. I am getting old and some one must stay and farm this landf 4' You can sell the farm, replied Tom, demurely. You have plenty to live on and send me to school alsog but if you will not do this much for me after I have strug- gled for you in the hot sun and the deep snow, then I will put myself through. Nothing more was said until that night, when old Mr. and Mrs. Steele retired to their room, then the good mother took her helpmate by the arm and said: John, I wish you would permit Tom to go to school. He has been a good boy 5 he has toiled early and late, he has been a dutiful son. You know you always regretted not having had an opportunity to procure a better education. 4' Have I not hundreds of acres about me and a good fat bank account? If that is not good enough for him he must help himself. I will never give him one cent? aie sie ' J IOO

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A FRESI-iMAN'S FIRST DAY. n NOT far from Gull Lake, Indiana, stands an humble home of fair proportions, with a goodly number of fertile acres surrounding it. Inhabiting this rural abode are Mr. and Mrs. Steele and their only son, Tom, a bright and industrious boy of twenty summers, innocent, unsuspecting and frank. A boy with undeveloped talents, for the country school , ,... . dents and great men-Ohio. Dr Wilcox, by the way and much to his credit, was an alumnus of the Ohio College of Dental Surgery, of Cincinnati, and, unlike many selnsh people, believed in sharing a good thing with his fellow lTl2llI. Thus it came about that Tom Steel was advised of the possibilities of the dental profession. near by affords very few advantages. - Dr. Wilcox had taken a great interest As every lad has that inborn desire to ir,'A ' in the young man, and never ceased urging see the world, so Tom, as he gathered the him to enter the study of denistry. abundant harvest of the prosperous year of 1 . r ft 1902, is inspired with the ambition to con- Vg! 5, i The sun shone bright on this Septema quer worlds. I iq, I V ...I ber day as Farmer Steel beamed with de- Although he has nearly reached his - lighted satisfaction on his granaries, Slled majority, his sight seeing has been limited r, pi, if il i with the golden grain, his lofts bursting to a few score miles, surrounding his birth G -' h'- i A with the sweet scented hay, his cellars place. Every summer his life had been ' p groaning with ripened fruit, and his heart brightened by the advent of numerous ish- t swelled with pride, as he gazed on his son, ing parties, come to Gull ,Lake to angle for who was cutting corn at his side, and he the finny tribe, which so abundantlyinhabit - mused, with a self-confident air, I will this quiet sheet of silvery water. soon give Tom the management of the Among the annual visitors and one for 5-, '- farm and I will retire. whom Tom always furnished a goodly sup- , Very different thoughts were coursing ply of lively minnows, was one Dr. Wi!coX,' through the fertile brain of our young hero. a dentist of much note, who came from one As he gave a desperate slash with his knife of the many flourishing cities of that State it' at a blade of corn, he remarked, with rather which has furnished so many of our Presi- I 'Emi UHSUSPMHE and Fmk- more energy than was necessary : 99

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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