Rush Medical College - Pulse Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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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

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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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HAD a patient t'other day, I mean the patients wife, She said he acted crazy way, And mumbled 'bout his life. He tallied so funny, so she said, And wanted things so queer, That she was having quite a dread NVhiCh most became a fear, That her dear man was quite unwell, And from the cares of life, Together with some other things, XYas having change of life. 3' il 5' llbhonation. The pharynx being lifted up. The larynx with a slam XVill jerk the note Out of your throat XYith the aid of the diaphragm. 177