Rush Medical College - Pulse Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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Go the Elir of Hlllflillow, ZEitsILIEliIIow N the perch in the college a little D. rl. Sat crying and weeping and crying, 'And I said, Little D. I., Oh, why do you sit A crying and weeping and crying? Is it exams. by Dodson, I soothingly cried, Or have you at ponying lately been spied? XYith a shake of his wee little head he replied, It's Lyman, it's Lyman, it's Lyman. . in He caught us, poor D. -l.'s, a raising a light, This man Lyman, this Lyman, this Lyman, And he told me to call at his office to-night. This Lyman, this Lyman, this Lyman. Ch, what shall I do? he cried in despair, And wildly he clutched at his curly black hair: But said I with a wink and right knowing air, I ' It's a bluff of this Lyman, this Lyman. 3' 9 1If Tl 'dlllere 1l2ou F you were I, if I were you, If each were other of the two, If, that's to say it if came true, XYhat good we both would surely dol I'd put to rout your every wrong, Though every is a mighty throng, VVhile you, I s'pose, would do likewise. And all my errors minimize. 'Tis thus we think. 'tis thus we say, 'Tis thus we preach and prate and pray, VVhene'er we see another slip On anatomy, or on medicine trip: And yet I think if if came true. Things would go as now they do, If each were other of the two, If you were I, if I were you. 186

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El Ilbgsterg There's something that seems very strange, It is a mystery to me, IYhy every student, Sunday nights. ls studying anatomy. If on Monday morning you ask him A question in chemistry, You will surely receive the answer: I'm not prepared, you see, Last night I was very busy Studying my anatomy. If you ask that very fellow, To be truthful and tell you straight, NVhat happened to him last evening, That caused him to be out so lateg At First he will not answer you, But will stammer and hesitate, And then, in a very poor way, VVill lay the blame on his room-mate: But his fellow-roomer will tell you, They both left their room before eight. Now we, who are not studying Anatomy, can only surmise XYhat becomes of these young doctors Between eight at night and sunrise It is not to be wondered at, We assure you, it's no surprise. That all are excused on Mondayg Quiz-masters, no doubt, realize, In this ease like many others, It is folly to be too wise. But where those fellows do study Qn Sunday eves, I cannot see, Unless they devote their evenings To practical anatomy. If this is the fact, and I think That undoubtedly it must be, Then they are in some lamp-lighted Parlor, holding upon their knee, Not Grays, not Holden's, nor Quain's, But their best girl's anatomy. 137