Rush Medical College - Pulse Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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1 Ky GJ o 61. 6. u 2555? QLi'f?,i'5tmVm es.azf:?f2iitt'itsM.53s 3ust like 1Dim And now the wily Doctor, Instead of taking his ease, Is sitting up both night and day, To invent some new disease. il 5' 9 1barb luck A Middler had a little book, Its leaves were white as snow, He wrote his answers in it, SO he'd be sure and know: He took the book to school with him, To help in the exam., Hut a spotter stood behind him And it wasn't worth a d-fl 175

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Uhe eoids ooboo I--E. S. wiki may Q, ri. 1. to Rush coiiege came, Qiilg ,L-,, 9,1 VVithout his pa's advice: GQ A ,fy 4 Cf Of course he saw Chicago, . 2 For his father had the price: 041, St y: W But when examination came, Ar c 2, He dldn't know a thing. Q1 'ff ,pls ' The Professor he took him by the arm, ff' by fhfyfg And in his ear did sing: ui CBM' Do, do, my D. -I. do. do: '-ill' V -'C lt's clear that you're a hoodoo. Z You've fooled awav your eight long months, And now l'lI tell you what you do. Do. do, my D. .l. do, do. ' Come back again next year, And if you're pa still has the price, You'll surely find us here. . II. -IINDDICI' A Middler with a pony sat And copied every line: Of course he thought it pretty smooth To have it down so Hne: But when he got his paper back, He didn't beam with pride: For written in plain English there, lll. - ECIUOI' A Senior let his whiskers grow, And said just one more time And l will be a brilliant star, This note he found inside: Placed in this world to shine: 1- DO, do, mv Mgddlery do, do, But when the term was nearly done You see welre on to you, do: lie got ,H note 0119 dHY, You thought yourself right in it, FWHS 51SH6d,bY the Pl'0fCS501'. But your pony was a hoodoo, you do: And thl5 to hlfn did 5357 DO, do, my Micldler, do, t-10, TDD- do, my bemor. dv, do, Yvou See youu-E not the hero' Xour whiskers are a hoodoo: So just to play this on the square, W'e'll mark you now a zero. IV. - jfitlale You Medios are a queer old crew, You have such funny ways: The Seniors hate the Middlers, And the Middlers the D. jfs: But it won't make much difference When it comes to cure a case, VVhether you have whiskers Or just a clean smooth face: but, Do, do, my Medics, do, do, The world is far from true do: So don't go out and starve to death, But do others or they'll you do: Do, do, my Medics, do, Say nothing but saw wood, And when you do a patient, Don't forget to do him good. 174 You better take and air your face, ll might help your gray matter to Do, do, my Senior, do, do: Once more is the proper caper, And then you're sure to tinish, if You write the proper paper. do

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A i Death came to me the other night, And knelt upon my bed: His icy breath was on my cheek, His eyes Fixed on my head. A stethoscope from space he drew, And placed upon my chest, Various adventitious sounds he heard, VVhich added to his zest. Broncho-vesicular sounds were there, In spots, rales, high pitched, moist. My pulse he felt, and then my head, Indeed he seemed rejoiced. Calmly I lay, nor felt afraid What Death would diagnose, For while it makes me shudder now, I then was comatose. I will claim you soon, said he, Nor have I long to wait, For having chronic pneumonia, Death will be your fate. Your prognosis, Death, I said, Would make the bravest tremble: But I have reason, sir, to doubt, The truth of your ensemble. 'Oh no! bold Reaper, you have said Some words for which you'll blush Perhaps you do not know, kind sir, That I'm from GRAND OLD RUsH. 176 - Ebeatlis Uisit