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

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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

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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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was plainly visible. Yo see, Mis' Alice hed so lon' ter stay et that ere big house on Eighth street that she jes sez 'Uncle Joe, yo put de ho'ses up en call fer me dis yer ebeningf So while I wa' er waiting an' my toof wa' er achin' I jes sez to myself, sez I, I'll go up to dat skule on Central avenue whar de studiums pull toofs fer nufing Des lissen at dat, exclaimed Aunt Liza. Is yo' git yer toof tuck out? Manys un manys de time wa't my jaw fa'rly rankle in my head un yet I ain't hed de nerviousness fer ter git no toof drug out. Den I hope de good Lord'll stan' 'twix you en dish yer pulling biznessf' Yer see, up at dat skule dey got a lot of studiums wha' is a trying ter larn ter be dentists. Dey ,if a cheer, he did, en den he grope 'roun' in my mouf wid a leetle inn stick twel he feel me flinch, en den he stop en say 'Dar she is !' En sho' nuff, dar she wa'. En den he unlock a big case full ob shinin' tongs. He look em all ober, en derrectly he fin' one dat seem ter suit de case, en han, et ter de white haa'r'd boy wif dese injunc- shuns: ' Go well up on it.' I didn't know jes' wha' he meant by dat, but mighty soon he drap on ter it, den he draw a long breff, en 'low he wuz ready fer bizness. De cheer w'at he sat me down in wuz frontin a winder, en 'cross de street fum de Winder wuz a blacksmith shop wif a team ob mules hitched en front ob it. De light haa'r'd un stood ter de right ob de cheer, eu w'iles he wa' projeckin' 'rounl I keep my eyeball sot on de blacksmith shop. all set 'roun' waitin' fer poo' folks wha' want if Biineby I know'd w'at de doctor man meant der toofs kyo'ed. Well, I went up dem star's .s,' U X w'en he sez ' go well up on it.' Den he brace -kinder trimblin' like-en when I git up en 'f hisself en r'ar back. Bless yo' soul w'en he dat er big room I see de mos' studiums I eber is jf I .ggi XX r'ar back de blacksmith shop tuck'n Hy up in see, all a leanin' ober chirs, dat clos' dat I wa' de a'r, en fall back on de groun' wid de mules skird fer fear som' ob dem pretty gals would jaw A gl--'X I on top -ker ffzjif fergit der mudders. I wa' a standin' dar sort Aunt Liza's eyes opened wide. o' par'lized, when de furst leetle lady com' right up ter f En wha' wa' de toof? she asked. me en sez she, in de honiest tone yo eber heerd: 'Did l Right dar whar 'twer first planted, honey, replied yo' wish ter git a toof treated? ' Uncle joe. l Well, sez I, I'd like ter see de man w'at handle de tongs. 'Come across the hall with me,' sez de nice leetle lady.' En she took'd me inter a room whar dar wa' som' ob de youn'st lookin' studiums, all satin' in a row, a lookin' kin'der skeerd. Den one leetle light ha'r'd boy jumped up en sez 'Ilm next,' en run out ob de room. But quicker'n yo' ken say skat he war back wif a mighty fin' doctor man. De doctor man tuck'n sot me down in 92 Yo see, de tongs tuk en slip off. So den after dey slip off de young 'un draw n'er long breff en went up higher yit, en w'en he r'ar back agin up go de shop en mules, en den down dey all com'-ker blzzm ! Yit de toof aint move. Den he ketch a fresh holt ob his nippers wif bofe han's, en den he r'ar back, en bless my soul ef de whole blacksmith shop, mules en sidewalk ain't Hy clean out er sight in de elements. Nex' news I know'd, de man wuz dabblin' 'bout in a bowl er water a-washin' un his han's, en ixin' up like