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

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CACERES, E.: 1' His heart's as far from fraud as heaven from earth. CARLSON, A.: I care for nobody, no, not I. If nobody cares for me. CARMICHAEL, T. M.: 'K Already I am getting bald with cares and age. CASADAY, G. H.: I have something in me dangerousf' COCKERTON, D. H.: And for a woman Wert thou first created, Till nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-clotingf' CUMMINGS, P. S.: He who fancies the world can not do without him, is still more mistaken. E5 'lLusty young farmers. DAVIS, Miss A. M.: Short and sweet. FARMAN, C. E.: The fattest one in Epicurus' pen. FINLEY, J. H.: He has become a ladies' man with great violence. FOSTER, H.: I A RULISON, F. I.: f 1' How are the crops? WH1TE,C.M.,J-RJ GALLOWAY, J. F.: F ull well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he. GRIDER, I. B.: 'K King of the alley. HACKETT, A. E.: I do confess the overforward tongue. HARDY, C. S.: I awoke one morning and found myself famous. HUS, H. T. A.: I am a crack demonstrator: And my pipe will knock you down. JOOST, Miss A. D.: Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked onf' LEHRYPTER, J. E.: Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass? LEPPO, D. H.: Tho' modest, on his unembarrassed brow Nature has written--Gentleman. LUCCHE'l TI, A. F. I.: I am nothing if not critical. NIADDEN, M. F.: A happy youth is he. MEXIER, H. S.: The apparel oft proclaims the man. , NICCLYMONDS, R. S.: He hath a most turkey-like walk. 65

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I. L. HALS-D: His reasons are as two grains of wheat In two bushels of chaff. G. W. L-'K-Ns: And the best of all ways C. A. F-GL-R: To lengthen your days VV. J. L-ws-N: Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear. ' A. D. P-T-RSAN: Come and trip it as you go, With a l-ight, fantastic toe. P. C. B-R-s: I grew in a straight line upwardf' M. S-H-L-R: 'L To be scorned by one that I scorn, Is that a matter to make me fret ?' W. H. R'-NNV-K2 I seem half ashamed at times to be so tall. A. L. WH-T-: Blue eyes and fair of face, Of amorous temper, like a girl. jfrzsbnlen. at I come with health and spirits free And youth-and the professor's fee. My mother scarce would let me come, But I love learning more than home! 1 AIKEN, G. S.: Surely I shall be wiser in a year. AUSTIN, NV. P.: He was a scholar and a ripe, a good one. BAXTER, H. D.: t'His thirst he slakes at some pure, neighboring BROOK CPD. - VON BENZON, A. XV.: An artist of famefl BERGSTROM, G.: Rude am I in my speech. BERNHEIM, I. R.: A good-natured man. BLACKBURN, D. E.:X BROAD, E. J.: BURNS, R. E.: OSTROM, D. A.: A club there is of smokers--dare you come POHLMAN, H. D.: To that close, clouded, hot, narcotic room ? ' Scorr, I. H.: SOMERSETT, J. C.: Y YAUGHAN, F.: y 54

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MCCLISH, I. M.: Of manners gentle, of affections mild. MOGAN, C. I.: L' They always talk who never think. MOORE, MISS E. F. I.: K' Her sunny locks - Hang On her temples like a golden fieecef' MORGAN, A. N.: Three strikes and out. NEWMAN, H. C.: Describe him who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. OHHARA, T.: Mislike me not for my complexion. PHILLIPS, G. H.: Quiet as a nun. PHILLIPS, H.: I do not think so fair an outward, and such a stuff within, Endows a man but he. PRINCE, A. D.: Whence, and what are thou, execrable shape? RODRIGUEZ, J. S.: ' Oh, it is excellent To have a giant's strengthiu ROGERS, E. E.: Not to know me argues yourself unknown, The lowest of your throng. SCHEV, R. E.: Idleness is' the sepulcher of living man. TOBRINER, M. L.: 'lSolitude sometimes is the best society. TRYON, W. M.: And see, a book of prayer in his hand, True Ornament to know a holy man. WHITNIAN, E. W.: 'A One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. 511110365 SORORITV: I have here a dish of doves. FRATS: So comes a reckoning when the banquetls o'erg The dreadful reckoning,-and men smile no more. THE PATIENTS: Every one can master a grief But he who hath it. JUNIOR QUARTETTE: That strain again! It had a dying fall: : Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank O' violetsl' x 66