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

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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

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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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