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

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B at- WL uEQ-nmUO Senior Class Alphabet Is for :Hcfh'imt, the book of the day, A work to be proud of. We hope it will stay. 15 for Beaver, and Boltz, and Burdette, And Bradley, whose titles are many, you bet! Is for Compton. our own little DOC. And Crawford, who 50 loves State Boards to knock! Is for Dalton, whose front name is; Van, And Degnon, the cuteilittle Ohio Club man! Is for Elias, Who is our President, And Edwards, whose committee all graft did resent! Is for the fun, and frolic, and fuss, Which the Duke and Miss Stock have fun nished for us! ls for Goshorn, that clear little boy; Gott and Greenburg. the dean's only joy! Is for Harkins, he of big technical terms, The Hallst and Pill Hill, of the medicine firm! Is for It, thatls the Class of '07, For beauty: work and conduct, we certainly deserve heaven! Is for joy, our ladies two! They look good to me ; how about you? Is for Kelley, and Krucker, and 'lPats, Also Kelleher, and we must not forget Kraatz IS, 0f courSel for the HDuke 0f Delphos, Also for 'lLentfl whoVs afraid of the boss! 15 for Foetus, Marshall, Mundon and the cop, Also Mitchell! This bunch, yotfll fmd, is on top! 47 N O waghcammo-u Is for numbers, and ours is hfty-eight, Of whom hftyiseven usually to lecture are late! Is for Ohio, the one Dental College, The place where we ought to receive all our knowledge 1 Is for Pritchar l, and dear little Eve, Who all little grafts is quick to perceive! Is for questions that worry us some, For they at State Board will make. us feel IlbuTn lll Is for Ike. Reinhart! and Fuzzy Ramsey. And Richards, and Risk, all busy as bees! Is for Sheets, Miss Stock, and Siegfried, The Smitlm, and Smiley, who so often 11-. treed! Is for Tim and Thompson, inseparable friends, And Thomas, who before the majority bends l ls for union, of which the class boasts; We're all good friends, in spite of our roasts! Is for live, and then three more like it, Before 011 the ninth we our diplomas can git! Is for Wright, and also for Wood, W'ho ought to he married, and would, if they could! Is the unknown, that before us all lays; May our lives all be happy the rest of our daysl Is for you, kind reader, take heed! Soon ymfll be a Senior, and knowledge you'll need! Is the end, yet the beginning, we pray, Of health, wealth and wisdom for 115 every day! -P A. 1;, .07.

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A Salvation Army barracks stands revealed before me. A meeting is in progress. A famous spell binder is atl- dressing the assembled multitude. On account Of the vast size of the auditorium hi9 figure is rather indistinct! Dtut that voice! I coulcl recognize it anywhere! And those words 1 Those beautyelaclen metaphors, those soul-stirring appeals, those irresistible phrases, those awful climaxese surely they could emanate from but one person! And so they do! For that speaker is Willard Gott, our most ex- alted class orator. I always felt him to be destined for higher and better things: than dentistry, but never expected to see him in this particular line of. activity My heart yearns for himeaud he certain- ly deserves a better fate! To think that he, of all the class, should have such a future! For I see the engine room of the O. C. D. S. The glare of the furnaces illumi- nates it, and in that glare I perceive our able testator-our own Jackeshoveling coali While I watch him a bell sud- denly rings, and. with weary, dcspondent steps, he hastens t0 amwer the summons of Miss VVarhick. His tale cerr tainly is a sad one. jiltecl by the one he loved, shunned by all hit: friends of brighter days, despondent, and out Of funds: yet loath to leave the scene of his former triumphs, he secures the position of janitor of the old college. And in this he is very successful, for, with the enormous salary which he receives, together with the annual Freshman Thanksgiving turkey, he lives a life of comparative ease, Poor Siegl A Hower born to hush unseen, And waste its sweetness in the desert air. The future of our Historian is much brighter. For, encouraged by the success of his uClass Historyj' Wood forsakes dentistry and launches into the Field of journalism. He is now a popular author, his average annual output of historical novels being something over twenty-three. As for the rest of the class, the least said the better! They are all eking out a mcmotonous existence in their chosen profession. They all have comfortable practices, cozy homes, numerous children. Some of them even retain fohcl recollections of the good old days of 1907, when we, as the Senior Class, Were alike the idols and ideaIs of Doctor Way, the joy of Miss VVarnick, the favorites of the dean, and, ab0ve all, the friends of one another! The vision has passed from me, Familiar scenes, fa- miliar faces, familiar voices. remind me that my trance is ended. My mind is again rational. What I said while in my recent condition is forgotten, and I am as one of you again. But, be that as it may, rest assured that whatever I said or saw is as certain as fate! I stake my reputation on that! You do not believe me? Well, then, let the future Cle- cicle! Time alone can corroborate the accuracy of my visions! But, notwithstanding my hrm belief and implicit COIIFle dence in the accuracy of my visions, I hope, against hope. though tit may be3 that ttthe brightest clays of our past may he the darkest Of our future ll, P. A. KRUCKER, '07. e46:

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W: CLASS Commencement clay is here at last! Long expected to appear! Nought Sevenis history is past, A Class they all did fear! A brief review of events well take Of this mighty Class of N oughty Seven, Whose deeds to the Noughty Eight Appear as thunderbolts from heaven! Far back in the days of nineteen four This favored class put up their stakes The sounds increased to one great roar, While the upper classes did but quake. First on the scene to this great throng Appeared out clean, with face a-glow; His greeting was a loud llHonkl Honklll He saw this class was not so slow. Just to show they meant things sure As a final to a lecture grand, They demolished half the furniture And then proceeded to disband! Once more theylre seated in Hall B, As handsome a Class 215 you could sight ; Some one shouted: One, two three! What a reception for Billy KnightV With white locks streaming. he arose To transfer his wisdom to this crowd. Did he do it, do you suppose? Nay, nay! The class was much too loud! POEM E Who tries it now, so bold, and proud, This haughty class to tame? 'Tis our deanls son l For him a Shroudy Loudly did this class proclaim! Who said: nThe class will be quiet to-day, For they are up against a hill. All one could hear was: Hurrah. for Way 1 Not quite so bold, but undaunted still. The firit year ended, all was well, Freshies they will no longer be ; But, as Juniors now, you still can tell The same old Class, of troubles free. To start the ball they sprang a trap On the Freshies, raw and green; They rushed that Class clear off the map! Nought-Seven reigned supreme! As the year began 50 did it end, This class forever in the lead; No chance for a break, or even a bende Unconquered to their homes they speed! Alas, the Senior year is here, With the State Boards on their headl But on each face we read good cheer ; They never knew the word called lldreadfl So, bow your head, take off your hat! Start them on their way to heaven ; The only wish we leave is that YOLfll be as good as Noughty Seven! -L. C. G., '07.