UCSF School of Dentistry - Chaff Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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MISS MISS MISS MISS 'GDC GoaEoS. O woman, in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, lVhen anguish wrings the jaw, I vow , A ministering angel thou I M. L. BfRS: One so full of summer warmth, so glad, So healthy, sound, and clear, and whole! M. E. I-RD-N. A bright and thorough-edged intellect, Wiiining its way with gentleness. F. M. MCD-N-LD! t'An accent very low in blandishment, ff But a most silver How of counsel in distressf H. A. PfRKsR: And never tenderer hand than hers Unknit the brow of ailingf' MISS I. I. W-TH-G-N: H Heart so faithful, gentle, good, MISS MISS MISS MISS MISS MISS MISS M. A L. R. A A E. VVearing the rose of womanhood! BL-S-M: You'd know her by the merriment That sparkles in her eye. B. CR-LL: A rosebud set with wilful thorns ' But sweet as English air could make her. F. H-RM-N: An April day, whose fleeting clouds. But make the Smiling sunshine brighter. E. T-RN-R: A life that leads to gracious ends. M. D-V-S: For out of question Thou wast born in a merry hour. Wreathed smiles That love to lie in dimples. D. I-ST: F. M-R-: With her clustering curls and her eager blue eyes And her innocent, questioning look of surprisef Seniors If you would have the world confide In you as one approved and tried, The title Doctor is essential- Our University credential. F. B. P-Rc-: I seem to be a little tired, thatls all- And long for rest. 61

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F. T. GR-N: For he hath pleasant arts and power With shows to while the passing hour. C. A. L-TeN: Many young men, that I might mention, Avail themselves of this inventionfl jfL'C5bl1'lElll ECIHOIISUIBTOYS Princes have but their titles for their pains, A11 outward honor for an inward toil. G. F. GR-Hem: Sweet, heavenly sweet, is Ariel's song, Oh, music wins and sways the throng! B. M. ST-CH: Wlhat joy to charm with strains divine, Then, modest, say, 'The pleasure's mine' ! L. GR-NBeM: Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. C. B. P-RT-R: Ujust look at me, a Hue young dashing fellow, - My very face works wonders, let me tell you, VV. M. H-R-NG-N: f'And bears his blushing honors thick upon him. 'GDB Gollege 6llEll'DlHl'lS Argus-eyed and hundred-handed Stood the guardians at the gateg ' College shook when they commanded, Students trembling bowed to fate. , Miss V-NCeT: 'A' Small kindnesses, small courtesies habitually practised give a greater charm than mere display of talents and accomplishmentsf, Cor.. H-B-RD: Tell me your ancestry And I will tell you what you are. GEORGE: 'K No little lily-handed lordling hey A great, broad-shouldered, genial Englishman. HENRY: I cleaned the windows, and I swept the lioor, And I polished up the handle of the big front door. BILLY: And standing upright, with his hand in his pocket, He shot up the sky into space like a rocket. 6o

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F. T. Sc-T: Goodly conscience, what a wit-snapper are you! F. C. S-LW-D: Little can I give my wife, But I love thee more than life. W. SM-TH: As gay as any. DR. X. D-D-L: The doctors, though they kill but slow, Yet are they certainf' C. R. W'-L-XAN: His is an eager, restless mind That presses forward unconiinedf, C. L. MCP-K-: He hath a lean and hungry look. A. H. W-Z1 The loud laugh which spoke the vacant mindf, W. B. E-T-S2 Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a strawfl J. H. C-P-R: If to his share some trifling errors fall, ' Look on his face, and you'll forget them all. W. I. B-R-DG-: A long and listless boy. W. A. VV-LD-N: He hath a heart as sound as a bell, And his tongue is the clapperf' I. M. S-LD-R: And Smale fowles maken melodief' H. O. F. MJD-N: I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove A. L. E-W-Ds: He had no wool on the top of his head In the place where the wool ought to growl' T. M. SM-TH: 'K Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt! E. K. S-SS-Ng Kind, yet overbold to brag. ' G. G. S-NF-D: I have taken all knowledge to be my province., G. E. S-H-L-G: When wit and youth are come to harvest. I. L. H-KL-V: To be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune' C. L. MHRHXVI My heels are at your commandmentg I will rnnf' . C. L-M-N: I sometimes almost think I feel Within my head a whirling wheel. I. CL-N: Sit down a while And let us once again assail your ears. F. D. VV-TK-NS: He doth indeed show some sparks That are like wit. 62 1