Rush Medical College - Pulse Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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Glue ebic's Bbream A plexus to complex the wise Rose o'er my dreamy vision: Its ears and nose and ghastly eyes Leered on me in derision: In cold fear trembling, then I cried: Say, Ghoul, what is vour mission? F1's.vz'iw, it said. Then bones and muscles, veins and glands. Came trooping in confusion, With cells and strong elastic bands To strengthen the illusion: So, faltering, I murmured. Friend, XVhence all this crepitation? Dej21mzf1kvz, it cried. El You are a protophyte, and ought To die of intlammation: Your blood turn serum, and your lips Unite by granulation: Your bones necrose. you manikinf' At which I sobbed, O foramen! Cit7II4g.'!fll1lZ.11 clot, it said. Dear Prof., I hope I've passed yourochan I ventured in dejection: Ile-bilitants were given, and care XYas used against infection '2- XYhen quick. hirmatherosis came, And o'er my sense parapsis, fI16ftIf7.Vc'S,l' he said. And suddenly I turned to gas Beneath a strong compression: Combustion, said he o'er the glass, I'll treat upon this session. XYhereat occurred a thumping noise. A sonorous fremitus. ':Brom'0z'fzk, I heard. Now was I free and to me came Bouquets, congratulations: Upon my brow a wreath of fame Evolved by strange mutations: My scroll I carried in one hand, a silk hat in VVhen wide I woke to hear Moyer say: This ends our little quiz to-day. il il it lesson in Cibemistrxg lTo PR1xF.I-IAINES.l Br AN Aron. Of good our ills are made, and surely will Prove good to us, if only we Dissolve them with our-Alchemy: For nothing harmful is to him who knows How to resolve the woe and pain Back to their elements again. The lack within us lies, and all is good That comes to good men everywhere, Through water, tire. or earth or air. 241 the other

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1In the Ilbebical ollege Now everything is ready, Fun will soon begin, Here on the slab before us Lies what a maid has been. Hut she's no longer pretty! Her teeth have fallen out, Leaving thus the matter of Her age somewhat in doubt. Her face has lost the freshness Of maidenhood and youth: Her skin is not quite pearly, To tell the 4'naked truthg Her form is not exactly XYhat might be called divine, And to raptures o'er her bosom No poet would incline. Now our gaze is fastened Upon her skulless head, And we are moved to wonder How long she has been dead. Lots of lungs and livers, Heaps ot heads and hearts, llecaying human members ln several sundry parts. Heavens! let me quickly Give my cigar a whiff! Bless me, this is pleasant, Slicing up a stiff! Dissecting room in college, Eighteen Hights of stairs: 8 Seventy tiendish medics XYorking all in pairs. Oversleeves and apron, Carbolic acid, grease, Little knives and tweezers, A pipe or so apiece. Sure no right minded mortal XVould ever dare surmise He'd have so much of Latin Left in him when he dies. No wonder that the maiden Blade up her mind to die, lf l thought I had all those thing Great Ctesarl so would l. 'Tis well the soul's immortal And leaves this house of clay, For wouldn't it be pleasant To hear some medic say, As he takes a pair of tweezers And holds it up to view, 'XVe may observe quite plainly The soul is split in twog Our friend here who possessed it S Now a blooming medic XV1th scalpel and a hook, Commences while another Reads to him from a book. Cuts the epidermis, Takes a careful look, Other medic quickly Names it from the book. Slices out a muscle, Fishes out a vein, Finds a piece of tendon, Applies a Latin name. Lignum vitae major, Tyrannis semper sic, Non compos mentis minor, Habeas corpus hic, Prehensile os femoris, Posterior eonjuuct, Ad libitum superbus, Anterior defunct. VVas a mugwump, we can bet, Or perhaps was fond of smoking The cubeb cigarette ? No, some few things are sacred From investigations gaze: 4 i - They may slice and slash our carcass, N kip But our soul they cannot phase. ,Ii ,ig lib Oh! bless the blooming medics, ff' fi '. ' lf , They will cure us of our ills, ,, X- -. 'K , They'll till us full of physic, qfl ' , Sq They'll till us full of pills: Y 1 fffxf , , They'll saw our little legs off, j i,,w'l' Q' ,i They'll bandage up our head: '-Nxt 7' Thev'll cure us while we're living, - N They'll carve us when we're dead. im Lots of lungs and livers, Heaps of heads and hearts, llecaying human members, ln several sundry pa1'ts. Heavens! let me quickly Give my cigar a whifff Bless me, this is pleasant Slicing up a stitf! 240

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1 K Q Che llbresbygterian hospital R r X 9 r .., 9 06' x.sf, X . A .MBAQL gr VIEXY SHHXYING CONGRESS STREET FRONT AND ENTRANCE. 242