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

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Ethel-She worries ine. Dr. B.-So I perceive, but give it no thought. Ethel-I can't help it. I-er -no-Qhesitatesj. Dr. B.-No what? Now, you're as bad as I was a few minutes ago. Ethel -1,111 angry now. CLeaves chairj. Dr. B.-So you think Iim in-a-love? Ethel-Yes, I do. Dr. B. Qjoyouslyj-Well, that is just what I wanted you to understand. I am in love. for Ethel-With the woman? Dr. B.-With the woman of my heart. Ethel Csadlyj-Then Chalf aloudj there's no chance me. Dr. B.-Oh, yes, there is. Ethel-You're a flirt. Dr. B. -Allow me to explain. You see, the woman- Ethel Cinterruptsj-Don't mention her. Dr. B--VVhy, I havenlt had the chance. You see- CDoor bell rings D Dr. B. -There's the woman now. Ethel-I will not stay. Dr. B. Ckindlyj-You had better. Ethel-I will not. Dr. B.-Come in. CEnter Mrs. McCarty.j Mrs. McC.-Faith and the top ave the mornin' to Ethel tasidej-What a rough character. Dr. B.-Yes, Mrs. McCarty, I'll get it for you. CGoes to cabinet and gets a large set of teeth and hands them to herb. There you are. Mrs. MCC.-Thank yez, Doctor. Excuse me. tTurns back to audience and makes a few gestures as if placing a set of teeth in mouthj. Yez knows Oi'im the essence ave fergetfulness. Oi fergits me teeth as oft as any- thing, QLooks aroundl. Is the lady your woife? 1 Dr. B. shakes headb. No? Well, that's too bad. She's a foine lady. Well, good boi, Doctor, Qbjxitj. Dr. B. -Good bye, madam. tAsidel. An idea. I'll make her believe that that was the woman at the telephone. Doubtless that will smooth matters some, I hope. tAloudJ. Well, what do you think of the woman Ethel-Is fha! the person to whom you telephoned a half hour ago? Dr. B. tboldlyl-Yes. . Ethel-XVhy, Doctor, I really acted quite jealous. I am truly ashamed of myself. That reminds me. VVho is the woman you love? Dr. B.-You. tEXtending armsl. VVill you be- come mine? Ethel-VVhy tenibarrassed 7. I'm sorry I can't answer that question, but I'll try the best I can, and as this is leap year, will you be my husband? yez, Doctor. I phonegraphed to the loikes ave yez a l Dr. B.-Gladly. 1They embracer. half hour backwards. l tCurtain. J

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QEthel seats herself in dental chair.j Ethel-How many times have I been in this chair? I almost think I own it. Dr. B. Caside-If she'd give me the chance. CSur- prisedj. Great Scott I isn't she pretty, I never noticed that before. Ethel-Why, what are you saying? Dr. B. Qembarrassedj-Hum-ha-yea-er-that is I was just thinking what I wanted to say. Ethel fasidej -At last I have him coming my way. Dr. B.-I beg pardon, Ethel, I didn't quite catch your- Ethel-I said that it was a pretty clay. Dr. B.-O, yes, ine weather. CPicks up instruments. J Ethel-Now, don't hurt me, will you? Dr. B.-Why, I wouldn't pain you for all the world. Ethel Qasidej-That's better. Q,Aloudj-Flatterer- Dr. B.-I don't flatter, Miss. Open, please. tHe makes a hurried examination. Telephone ringsj. Dr. B. Qto telephonej-Hello. Yes. What is it? Yes. I'll be ready for you in half an hour. Good bye. Ethel faside, jealouslyj-I wonder who that is? I'll find out. Maybe it's a woman. Dr. B.-Well, I was just going to state when I left you to answer the telephone, that we had better leave that tooth alone until day after to-morrow. Ethel-Say, Ralph, who was the woman. QAsidej- Now, I'll End out. Dr. B.-The woman. Why, what woman? Ethel-The one at the telephone, stupid. Dr. B. Qasidej-Ah, ha! I see, she's jealous. I'll keep her guessing. QAloudj - Oh, yes, that was a wealthy young lady by the name of Young. Ethel-That name sounds familiar, yet I can not, place it. . Dr. B. Qin embarrassed mannerj-Do you know that since I have been working for you-since your visits- that the fact-er-d- Ethel Cinnocentlyb-What is it? Dr. B.-That is, I-er-am-maybe. Ethel-Why, Doctor, are you losing your mind? Dr. B.-Yes, er-no-that is-I hope- Ethel - Hope what ? Dr. B CdesperatelyJ-Hope that it is a pretty day to- morrow. Ethel-How foolish to say that after all that talk. Why don't you come to the point? Dr. B.-Well, that's just it. The point is this: Now suppose-suppose- Ethel Qhelpingl-Suppose- Dr. B.-Suppose that a young doctor, like myself, were to receive professional visits from a young lady, like yourself, and she was pretty, young, attractive, of good standing. Would it be proper to fall in-er-the- a-as it were-a-Qasidej no use, can't go any further. Ethel Qasidej -I see he needs help. CAloudj- Surely you hesitate as though something hurt you. Dr. B. Cjoyouslyj-Ah, that's it. It hurts me so bad that thought by words can't be expressed. Ethel-Now make a clean, honest confession, and if I can help you I will gladly be at your assistance. Dr, B.-You mean that ? Ethel-Certainly. Why, I've known you so Qwith a sighj long that I could- Dr. B.-What? QEagerlyD. Ethel-If it wasn't for the woman at the telephone. Dr. B. Clooking at watchj-Oh ! she'll be here in a few minutes.

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---- .. 1 - A'---: af--1 rf.-H - - . . M - ..-fa--- --K ' ' 5,4 .- K? '.'- 2 I n f s QW 5 0, Qigfqe At the DCl1tiSt'S. , el ,wr -- , - .11 1 c, ,.,ii .,,4 xiii,, ,, ,::. , , ..,, , Qaxfiif. ,,,:,,::1 ,,: , ,:,l, , ,, A ,. ,.,, g,1 ,. ., J ,.,.. , , ,., , ., ,.. ,. ,,,l ::4 :,: ..W,f , Hear the buzzing of the drill-Raspiug drill ! What a world of torture in my jaw it doth instil. In this molar void and aching, Wretched havoc it is making. I am gagged, I cannot speak, I can only shriek, shriek, shriek, In a claniorous appealing to the mercy of the dentist, In a mad expostulation with a fierce, malicious dentist, Digging harder, harder, harder, With a savage liendish ardor, And a resolute endeavor Now to slay me, now or never. Oh, the drill, drill, drill l How it iles and scrapes and grates! How it grinds and triturates! In the whirring and the burring Does my anguish sink and swell, In the crushing and the cutting of the drill, Of the drill, Of the drill, drill, drill, drill, Drill, drill, drill- In the punching and the crunching of the drill! Hear the lllllllllllllg of the drill, Wicked drill! What a world of agony its clatterings foretelll Through my blood a chill 'tis sending With its sing-song never ending. In the harness, bit and rubber, I can only slobber, slobber. And to make things more like Hades, through tl1e Win dow I can see The devil on the court house leering viciously at me. While the drill is gritting, gritting, And my frantic nerves are splitting, My defenseless flesh is crawling 'Neath the friction hot and galling. Oh the drill, drill, drill! How it scratches, pounds and thumps! How it spins and bores and bumps! Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme To the rapping and the tapping of the drill, Of the drill Of the drill, drill, drill, drill, Drill, drill, drill- To the ramming and the cramming of the drill!