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

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The Class of '98 is quite cosmopolitan. Not only is almost every State in our grand old Union represented, but many of the great, large and powerful nations of the world. From the North and from the South, from thc East and from the West, all have worked side by side with brotherly love, the skilled and the unskilled workman alike, in perfect harmony, like the chil- dren of one great family. Partings are sad at best. For us, ' The melancholy days have come, The saddest of the year. Our college days are at an end. For the last time we sit within the sacred halls of dear old P. D. C. The last lecture of the year has been delivered and the last appointment ful- Hlled. VVe wander through the silent corridors of the buildings, taking a last look here and thereg for the last time we visit the infirmary and the silent laboratories. We do not hear the familiar buzz of the lathes, nor the stroke of the swaging mallet, nor do we hear the sound of merry voices. All is quietg another year has past and the time for a sad farewell is near at hand. During our junior year, Death, that grim messenger of time, claimed unto himself one of our number, Mr. Marks D. Warslier. VVe mourn his loss. To those who will return to foreign shores, this parting is saddest, for we can not hope to meet with them again, but we know that the living doctrines of the teachings of this institution will be ,proclaimed by them throughout the world. To those who will remain with us under the dear old flag we may hope to meet with again. In a short time the height of your ambition will be reached and you will be pro- nounced Doctors of Dental Surgery. At that time. joy will be yours: but then the final partings and last sad farewells must be given. As parting words with which to leave you, I can think of none more befitting language than the time-honored lines of the poet: The past and present unite beneath time's flowing tide, Like footprints hidden by the brook, but seen on either side. A S'1wxN'roN ALEXANDICR S'rUAR'r, Class Grator. 209

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gentlemen has been the teaching of principles. They have per- formed their duty faithfully and well, and to them I express the sentiment of the class as a whole when I extend to them my most hearty thanks. In after years as we sit by our firesides in the gloom of parting day and give up our thoughts to reveries of our old college days, we will bless your memory, also there will come to mind kind thoughts of our painstaking Demonstrators, Doctors Inglis, Magee, Rothwell, Smoyer, Moflitt, Cardwell, Dolman, Holloway, Fritz, Bacon and Boom. In speaking of the instructors of to-day, we must not lose sight of those who have gone before, yet whose memory is fresh in the minds of each and every one of us. I refer to Garretson, to Flagg, to Dorr, and to Cryer. The good qualities of these gentlemen are so well known to you all that it would be but folly and a waste of time for me to enumerate upon them. The immortal name of Garretson will live forever a pillar of strength to the Dental profession. There are many happy events that cluster about the fame of '98. We have organized the first Class Day in the history of this institution, and we have had edited the iirst Class Book. We are the first class to graduate from the new buildings of the Philadelphia Dental College and Garretson Hospital of Oral Surgery, and among tl1e last to remember the old Cherry Street quarters. We are the last class to treasure up the loving memory of the living Garretson whom death called from us early in the history of our Freshman year. The distinction is ours of being the largest class that has ever graduated from any institution of Dental learning in the world. The moral and intellectual standing, together with the general skilfulness of the members of our class, we leave as a legacy to our Alma Mater, trusting that it may stand for years, a proud memento to future classes. I see great possibilities for many of our members. There are among us men of genius and men of an inventive turn of mindg there are those who deal with the classics and those with the sciences appertaining to the beautifulg and there are the lovers of music and artg in fact, all those things that go to elevate the man. 208

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H Song of Rowlandfliemos MAE E. HOLMES And dedicated Lo a Member of the Class fl'Ul1Llr4Illil'l IIV PRIIMIII YN Ol' Il. II. Rl., '29 T.-TllTlllQliC0 HEN my school days fast were closing, And my heart was full of longing For the city with its pleasures, With its active life and glitter,- Therc I lay on Grandma's sofa In a quiet, hidden corner, Pouring over Plutarch's great men, Plutarch's noble, mighty sages,- Learning of their deeds of valor, How they strove through pain and hardship Raising high their lofty spirits, ' Putting forth their hands to labor, WVhile with heart and brain they wrestled 'Gainst the east wind, cruel, storm-like,- Conquering foes and giant evils, 'Till the race, intense, was finished, And their brows were crowned with laurels. Then the south wind blew so gently, Floating with such fragrant blessings, Filling me with joy and rapture, With new visions, clear, delightful. Then my heart throbbed fast and faster, And a spirit whispered softly: Rise and hasten to the city, Prove thyself and test thy powers, Thou wilt find much gold and silver, Find the friendship of the maidens. Then my heart made answer, gayly: Yea, I'll gog I will not tarry. 210