Rush Medical College - Pulse Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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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

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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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66 ,Y 66 79 1Rush anb be 1Rusb P from the boarding-house at break of day, Six hundred students wended their wayg O'er to the college in crowds they went, Each on his own particular work intent. Some to the Lab. do bend their stepsg NVhile to the Quiz to save their reps., The various sections were quizzed by the master, Though certain of the class generally query the asker. The latter queer the Prof. as if they knew The lesson assigned the whole way throughg When, to tell the truth, they'd been on a skate The night before, and to save their fate And their questionable grades from a horrible zero, They talk to the Prof. as only a hero, A man full of wind, or one full of gall, By daring their many mistakes to recall, After the master had ordered him down, NYith many a look and many a frown, l-But still he keeps on, vainly trying to tell Of something you know he knows nothing very well. Still others to the lectures climb the stairs, And for the Exam. to allay their fears, Take copious notes of all 'tis said. XX'hich in the textbooks can plainly be read. XYhile most to the lessons do give their attention, A few do give their minds to invention Of something for pleasure. for profit or fun: Thus in various ways their minds do run. But after the Lab., the Quiz, or the Lecture, Comes that of which only the mind can conjecture, XYhen two grades meet and one is a bar To the passage of the otherg from near and far Can be heard, Down the D. 1.1 Pass him alongl Out with the Aliddlersfn and to this song Nlen are dragged away, pulled away, jumped. lint all in good humor, and thoroughly thumped. Seats are broken and crushed as if they were glass, XYhile the men are in that struggling mass, Striving their principles to maintain. And always one side striving in vain. Crash go windows, should they happen near byg A. ' D. jf fell down stairsI some one will cryg And Fierce the ll. ,lfs will jam and push, To maintain their footing in The Rush. Hut hark! some one whispered a wonderful 11n1z1f11, ' 'Twas Lyman, Dodson or litheridge coming. A scattering, a scramble, a run for a seat. And any one that perchance you should meet. ls either an angel or a divinity stride, XYho'd be perfectly shocked at half so rude A thing asa Nledical Rush, at Rush Medical. How am I? Thank you, l'm very well. ISS