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

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And it won't be long, my dearest, 'Till you'll see your Rowland-Kemos. Here comes Reuben! Up so early? How he clings! I tell you, Rcubbie, You're a darling of a brother! I'm a-goin' with our Kemos, Kemos must not go without me. Father s-aid, The horse is ready, Hurry, Kemos, do not tarry! Give to me thy cane and satchcl, And old Medor, he will follow. On we rode-our tongues were silent, For, our hearts were overflowing, Till we reached the eastern station On the shores of sunny Pine-Tree. Medor licked me o'er and o'er, Father clapped me on the shoulder, Now, my boy, do not forget us, And should sickness overtake thee, Come right home for care and comfort. Now, be good, my Rowland-Kemos! Keep thy heart:-Look out for fairies! TTT.-Zonquest At the cross-roads of my life-course There I was alone, and standing Looking backward, hesitating, Knowing not which way to wander 'Mid the mystic city tumult, In a world so cold and heartless, Thinking, meditating, musing: Oh, if I could travel swiftly, See the faces of my darlings, Sit beside them at the fireside, It would soothe my heartache, burning, Lifting up my drooping spirits. Yet my conquest I pursued Till at length my forte discovered In the good D. S. profession, In a college institution World-wide famed as P. D. C.-Ha! PHILADELPHIA DENTAL COLLEGE! Up-to-date and scientific! 2I3

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With a work of sparkling sapphire. Toward the inland there appeared Mountains towering so majestic, Heads encircled with vermiliong And the lacing of the tree-tops Curtaining of? the panorama, Far excelled an artist's pencil. Oh, the glory of that picture! How superb the heavenly painting! Can I leave this fair enchantment, 'Midst my native town and village? Can I part with drives so dreamy Thro' the dewy dells and valleys, Amphitheaters of forests, Wafting forth sweet fragrant breezes By the crystal lake Geneva? Can I leave my own dear Greatheart And my laughing Amoroso? Father, Mother, Oh, l1ow sweetly Wrappccl within me are your charms! Precious is the love unbounded That enfolds my life in vours! As we left the breakfast table And I felt the gentle pressure Of a hand upon my shoulder, Then a voice so full and tender, Like the strains of music swelling, Said, My boy, do not forget us! And our prayers will surely follow Rowland-Kemos, my own Kemos! Do not fail to send a message Every week that comes and passes. For thy parents will be looking Daily, hourly, for a letter, And our hearts will sink in silence If we hear not how thou doest. Then my heart began to answer. Answer with responsive feeling: Soon as I shall reach the city I will pen a missive, certain, All my episodes relating. I will write you often, ofteng Don't you worry, Amoroso! Soon shall I return most surely, Come with garlancls of the Spring-time. 212

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With eommodious clinic hall-rooms. Then my feelings gave expression: I have made a find! Hoo-Rah-Hoo! Gold and Olive-float your colors! Whoop it up! Rah! Boomerang-Rah! There I found a class of blue-eyes, Black-eyes, brown-eyes, gray and hazel, Bright-eyed, witty, jolly fellows, From domains in all locations, North, south, east and west directions, Hemispheres both Eastern, Western. Antipodes who now have risen On the right side of the planet, In the right place in this city. Classic Greek sends us a scholar, Quite a royal man, so loyal To his college, class and nation. Yankee men of Uncle Sammie, From the shores of Maine, the mighty, Swooping in New York, the finer, City of New York, the Greater, To the coast of California, Land of honey, fruit and flowers, Favored with perpetual summer. Dental Surgery we tackled: Olioes of ologies, and Protoplasm, anabolism, All the plasms and the isms. Physiology us stumped to Keep intact the human struetureg And our brains were almost crazy With Anatomy, the complex, Deliniating nerves and muscles. We contested long with Chemistry, Searching Pharmacy so deeply Our Anatomy was shaken, And, alas! was much endangered. Materia Medica infusions Filled our heads with complications, We daren't take our own admixtures, Neither would the other fellows. Metallurgy was a favorite, Better did we like the metals, Chiefly nuggets of the yellow. Theories were dry and lifeless 2x4