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

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STUBBY DOYLE: HI must hie me to the barberls, for, methinks, I am marvelously hairy about the face. H FAT FARMAN : What is he ?-A big fat baby, Vainly strives, and fights and frets: Demanding all, deserving nothing, One big cinch is what he getsf, JACK SOMERSETT : As melancholy as an unbraced drum. SKINNY WHITMAN : He has a lean and hungry look. BALDV CARMICIIAEL: He has no hair on the top of his head, In the place where the wool ought to grow. TOTARO OHARA: He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone. ALBERT JosEPH FRANCIS VICTOR HUGO LUCCHETTI: Pay me that ' dollar you . owe mef' LITTLE FRANKIE MADDEN : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy. TORPEDO CACERES: 'l O, Gad! Extracting all day! All day extract- ing-- finef, H25 MEYER 1 Something there is more needful tha11 expense, And something previous even to taste- 'tis sense. JACK MCCLISH : Where's my plate shears ? l , ANSWER : Something useful has vanished, And is sighed for in vain, And though searched for everywhere It is ne'er seen again. GEORGIE PHILLIPS 1 I am the most unoffending soul alive. MOLLY GALLOYVAY2 He may have to borrow Grider's pistol when CHAFF is out. GINGER SCOTT: 'A I am a sweet-faced youth, I am.', SUMNER HARDY : I can't stand this make! long. NUTTY PRINCE : If dirt were trumps, what hands he would hold ! 54

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PAUL BURNS: 't You are meek and humble-mouthedf' A. S. SULLIVAN: Once in the iiight of ages past, there lived a man. W. H. RENXVICK2 There is not such a word spoken of in Scotland as this word fear. CHARLIE KUSTER: You 'hear that boy laughing? J. BARNETT: L. LPARKSZ G. LIKENS: . , A. D. PATTERsoN: f' Hlghbmdemp . A DR. C. A. LITTON, High Joss. C. A. FUGLER: W. A. LAWSON: C. A. FUGLERTI May never lady press his lips, His proffered love returning, -- Who makes a furnace of his mouth, And keeps his chimney burning. G. W. GOVE: Here's to the brave upon the wave. B. R. HIAIVILINZ Silence more musical than any song. EDDIE MULRENIN: 'I V. grant, although he had much wit, He was very shy of using it. I. I. WILLIAMS: The gift of song was chieiiy lent To give consoling music. A. D. PATTERSON: A man whose blood is very slow broth. BERT COLEGROVE: I care for nobody, no, not I. L. H. PARKS: A friend is never known till needed. W. H. MAYHEW-: Without the smile from partial beauty won, V Oh, what were man? A world without a sun. T. U. SMYTHE: Tis not a set of features, or complexion. The tincture of a skin that I admire. MAURICE SCHILLER: Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth And start so often when thou sitt'st alone ? A juniors BUBBLES WCJOLSEX' 1 Had I but serv'd my books with half the zeal I Serv'd my stomach, they would not in mine ex's, Have left me naked to the profs. 53 '

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DAGO BURNS : Please repeat the question 5 I don't quite understand it, doctor. PIKE AUSTIN : His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home. 'YON GINNO Csee Co-edsj: We still have talked together, And for some time learned, played, ate together, U And vvhereso'er We Went, like -Iuno's swans Still we were coupled and inseparable. WILLIE Tiworg Ay, sirg to be honest as the college goes, is to lose one's instruments. JUDGE MOGAN : 'A 'Tis hard if all is false that we advance, A fool must now and then be right by chance. SAGEBRUSH RULIsoN: How mute he would be if he were forbidden ' to speak well of himself and evil of others. SWEDY BERGSTROM : I loathe not that low Vice, curiosity. CASADAV-H Here ! 'l L' Tho' I know you're perfection, Have had a first section, Are above correction, I must ask you a question. CROPS GRIDER : Hain't I got a hard name, nohow? 'l GEORGIE AIKEN : Strong were his hopes a rival to remove, With blandishments to gain this public lovef' WINDY ROGERS z What some people need more than anything else is change, they may have dollars and not same. IULIE BERNHEIM: You are well made-have some common sense, and do not lack all imprudencef' DANNIE CocKER'roN: Don't doubt his sex or take him for a girl. ART I-IACKET: You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, Whose valor plucks dead lions by the beard. PHIL CUMMINGS: I always have faith in a boy that blushesf' 55