Philadelphia Dental College - Class Book Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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think again of elections. Tickets circulated by the hundreds, until, finally, election day was at hand. When the votes were counted it was found that Fred. Ogden, 'K small in stature, great in mind, was elected President. Mr. Girard, whose curly, crisped, raven locks reminds one of Steven Cranels cromatically drawn heroes, was Vice-President. Jack Reidy, a genial little boy, was elected Secretary, and he got more than he bargained for with his job. Miss Klonower was elected Treasurer. The funds we knew would be safe with her. as there were none. Unlike many classes, the Class of '98 grew in numbers dur- ing each of the three years of its college life. Having started with 156 members in the Freshman year, we reached 165 in the Senior year. Some old members dropped out, and in their stead we received invoices from other institutions. In the Junior year one man was lost by death. Marks D. VVarsher, a genial and pleasant fellow, liked by all. During the senior year a new branch was introduced into the course, namely, box- ing., It was in charge of Prof. Teddy Neff. who acted as time- keeper, instructor, ringman. spongeman. etc., etc., all in a bunch. The contests were held in the middle of the students' room, while at one end Monte Carlo held sway, and the piano at the other. till Dr. Stellwagen would send up word that he could hardly hear himself lecturing. That would act as a tem- porary quietus. Toward the end of this all-important year, the boys got together in private quizzes of a half-dozen, or so, fel- lows. These quizzes would have various meanings and ter- minations. Some would talk everything, and at some there would be more fizz than quiz: at any rate. Westcott wanted to walk home to Atlantic City on the stimulus received at one of these fizz quizzes. That's right, Westcott ! Physicians recom- mend walking as an excellent exercise for those whose occupa- tion is confining. The Class of '98 will be remembered as having instituted class day as an important factor in the celebration of commence- ment time. Also in the publishing of the first College Class Rook, under the editorship of Mr. James F. Moon. '98, of Greater New York. In this Class Book are recorded by poetry. prose 201

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One of the members of this Glee Club, a certain Eddy Graham, an ephemeral sort of article to be had on the south .B Mactnggart leading orchestra. too. He joined the Glee Club. I side of Chestnut Street daily from 3 to 5 P. M., and con- spicuous at lectures by his absence, said, He thought he might take singing lessons from Signor Del Puente. He even had his voice tried. lt must have been very try- ing for the Professor. Our advice to Eddy is to stop in a hardware store and buy a file. And there is Parsons, guess it was for solace. They say Parsons advises the fellows not to waste too much time on girls of a certain complexion and style of beauty. He says the're treacherous. But you'll have to ask him why. How about that little Yankee girl, Parsons? Versus Parsons is Pee Wee, otherwise known as Slippery McWilliams, a typical ladies' man. Pee Wee made the mistake of his life when he parted with that petit downy hirsute superfiuity just under his nose. He was the famous manager of our famous football team. The games we lost were those we didn't care aboutg but we carried off the laurels in theprincipal ones of the season- The Pennsylvania Dental and Pharmacy. ffl -wmv . fr 50' Q4 WQTV 1- X-4.1-'I M.. L- X Facial expression of McWilliams watching the gate attendance at the P. D. C. vs. P. C. D. S. games. However, kind friends. these digressions all tend to lacerate the continuity of this history. After the Senior year had begun, and we had adapted ourselves to our new college, we began to 200

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and article, the deeds and accomplishments of the various mem- bers of the Class of '98, They say it is best to pay a man back in his own coin, and as this is a good opportunity, a few words may be said to Mr. Schenck, the class poet, in his own recently assumed style: To him who poses as the poet of this class, Schenck, large in girth, and plenteous in brass, I would suggest this small prescription takeg It may of him a better dentist make: Ii When once your literary task is o'er, Drop it, and invoke the muse no more: For plugging gold and singing rhymes don't gee, Till you've a youngster riding on your knee. M. ' Sig. Take twice a day and never mind the fee. And now the history of the Class of '98 is completed. It remains but to say that we left the halls of our Alma Mater, after three memorable years, as full-fledged dentists. It was as if a gust of wind lifted us, carrying us silently and mysteriously away, until we were dropped here and there over the broad sur- face of the earth, to plow our several furrows in the Held that we had chosen. To all intent and purposes, this history is honest. History was very truly spoken of by Carlyle in his history of the French Revolution as a distillation of rumor. Rumor is like the rolling ball of snow, gathering to itself and becoming exag- gerated as it passes on. So if, in this history, fellow classmates, there are any who don't recognize themselves, lay it to the pranks of Rumor rather than to any untruthfulness on the part of the historian. H. H. liE'l'NliT,. '98, Historian. 202