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

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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

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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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When my mother sitting by me, Heard me with my heart eommuning, And her angel face was kindled With a tender apprehension,- Thus she pleaded, thus advised me: Son, remember as thou leavest This, thy home and happy dwelling, Thou art taking on thy journev Character as pure and stainless As the driven, downy snowflakes, But before thou reach the Alpines, Thou must venture on the waters, So insidious to the youthful, With their breakers and their whirlpools, VVith their captivating bubbles. Hence with caution guard thy passage, Keep thine eye upon the compassg When approaching to the hill-slopes, When the craggy cliffs art climbing, Hand in hand thy Guide must follow. Then thy fondest hopes now cherished May be granted by Fortuna On the mountain tops of Honor. TT.-Breaking 50IlIC'ClQS I shall nc'er forget the scenic, Lingering memories, how touching! On the eve of my departure, E'en the sunset, so entrancing! Seemed to play a happy prelude To my song of expectation: Held me spell-bound, kept me sky-bound Gazing at the twilight peering Thro' the gold and burnished silver, Tlrro' the blood and fire commingled. T'ward the north was matchless shading, In the south, mauve touched with emerald Further north appeared a river, Now it seemed to cut its pathway Thro' the sandy hills outstretching, And anon meander slowly 'Cross the broad and fairy landscape, And the low coastline was paved 2II