Rush Medical College - Pulse Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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1Reminiscences from a ED. Ks Gareer. CHON drei nionat he's been freshman Alle while so schwere studiert, Yeden Suntag, gets a jag on Every quiz-room schemer probiert. Lieber vater, schick me money Verm du willst, one hundred more, Ach, mein Gott l l ! Fier hundert dollar? Xie gehert like dass before. In der class he says, Ich weis nicht, Mit ein gentle sheep-like look. Alle recht, der Prof. makes autwort, Schreibt ein goose egg in his book. Nimt sein paper von Herr Dodson, XYird ihn helfen if he can, Auf sein ivaugen-consternation, Let him take some other man. Look not over, sagt der Kaufman, Auf die bletter of your freund, If its wrong du hast verloren, Dumme asel-see the point? Yeder must on foot hintreten Yon examination siille, Hast dem pazgf eingeritten, He 's confiscated, dass ist all. Aber still, to be a D. UI., Dass thut mann sein kopf inflate, Ins kann sein ein wise decision, XVenn Ich bleib mit ninety-eight. Elm Elppeal for GZo:1Ebucation The old I-len lNIeds., a forlorn crexv, With faces long and prospects blue, In vain have tried the boys to dupe, Till now their lips begin to droop. In vain they drill o'er bones and drugs, In place of sewing home-made rugs: In vain they hoard up treasures and pelf, Despite all this they 're left on the shclf. Fair, beauteous forms they once possessed, But as these fade they're not caressed. XVhy not then have co-education, Since early marriage is theirsalvation? IQI

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Che Eoctofs 'Life The doctor has a busy life, If he would gain some fame: From morn till eve he toils each day To try to earn a name. Quite often, too, he runs great risk XYhen pestilence stalks around, And Death meets him on every sideg liut at his post he's found, For Duty is his watchword e'er, He must its calls obey, And hasten to each suffering one His anguish to allay. Sublime and great his mission: The relief of human woes. If always he his duty does, He's blessed where'er he goes His information should be broad, His lcnowledge most profoundg His Culture should be very high, His tactics shrewd and sound. A love for his profession should Preyail within his miudg For it he lack this quality He's sure to lag behind. And in the race for prominence He'll be far in the rear, While he whose soul is in hisgworlq XYill at the goal be near. 190

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Ilbig town Lu. 1 L O-NIGHT, 'mongst scattered bool sandclosc lined leax es 'T' Torn lecture notes, thumbed L5 mans galore ' ? Ig A pair of foils, and photographs and sheax es A Of cricket bats, and Ulox cs besmnchcd uith Gore I hold my Sway, and miffhtily I reiffn Cy' Though men have called me serx llc drudgc and slax e Bowing to learning, bound bx wisdom s chain To sheep-skinned potentates mx licffcs f1HXL The erstwhile powers of day now bend to meg My Gray is blythe fancy, sweet, inert: My empire is beside a fairy sea Hy gnomes and sprites and eldritch vassals kept The past is all my own, the future years Beneath my laws lose all their mystery: The hills are made of hearts, the deep of fears Its bounds are now and all eternity. Can Rome's patrician with the laurel twined. Or Papal seer, with mitre richly wrought, Or iron band, to Lombard power kind, E'er buy the wealth my covenant has bought P Devoid of care and cleansed of all life's shine A balm to all vicissitude and pain, It stealeth through the midnight like the chime That wakes our merry spring-tide to refrain. Above my head, as creeps this dusl x hour My crown sways as in runic ry thm mapt Like down of buds, or essence of a Houci From wind to wind in endless older lapped The world has faded while this subtle thrall XYinds upward 'neath the gursilc H lme too iipe 'Tis thus my crown hath borne itself it s all From out the crimson centre ol mx pipe 192