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

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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!

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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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.X a , Q-an-a t , ., N I N ... , 'WEE ff SLIPPANCE N the crest of one of the beautiful eminences, known to the residents of the Queen City as Walnut Hills, stands a modern castle. Among the servants of this mansion are an old colored couple whose manner of dress and down-South accent reminds one of the time when our grandfathers numbered their slaves by the score. Uncle Joe and Aunt Liza had come North after their master's death to live with his only daughter, and, although their age prevented them from the more ardu- ous duties connected with a modern villa, yet, because of their long residence in the family, Liza still retained the name of first cook, and Uncle joe, because of his master- ful horsemanship, occupied the position of coachman. Uncle Joe had been suffering for some time with a lopins en gwines on in yer mouf yer liable ter tromple on soniebody's feelin's. Seems like ef I hed dish yer ole toof some'rs vvhar I could draw back en fetch it a crack, en den take'n stomp it in de groun' en mash it 'twix a couple er rocks, den I could git kinder eben. Stidder dat, yo got ter set down en nuss it up, en stan' by it, same ez ef you done bin tuck wif a likin' un it. Wheii Uncle Joe returned to the servants' hall that evening Aunt Liza met him with what seemed to be a steaming bag of mush. Now, said she, ef yo'll des sen' up to Mis' Alice an' ak 'er to drap some lodlum 'roun' on de aidges 'er dish yer poultice, I low it'll kyo yo' jaw ,' I ain't 'sputin' but dat ar plaster would er rebuke dish yer jaw ob mine, en dough yo' come too late, it severe toothache, and since he ex- jj look so nice I'm a great min' ter pected to be down in the city most 1:2353 ,Lf slap it on de side ob my head en go Of the day dfilfing his mistress -, lj A .. ter bed wid it anyhow, spite er all about, his devoted helpmate tried jWff'Qf'fi'7jj 2 , m dat niout be said er Cloueg- to console him with the promise of ,j? l1'jiQQ- Ss Qwjjfj -j gc 1, Yer .toof done bill k3'0'd? 3 large hot poultice when he re- gif' ' U' Ili-ljj Xxfell, I Ellllyt year Cle beat el' dat. turned in the evening. T I W t ! gg-up dlj '1,f ,,,. XVhy, how did yer git it kyo'd P Ef my neck wa' just a lettle X ji Il I dis tell yo' how it was, re- mite stronger I'd just go 'round All I, ' lim plied Uncle joe, who was wearing an' hab de toof yanked. Yo see, f ' i V lx so broad a smile: the vacant spot w'en yo' got dese yer kinder gal- A ll in his double row of white ivories