University at Buffalo - Buffalonian Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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with our friends and neighbors, the Pharmics and Dentsg but with much energy, so that we are soon made the victors, sine-qua non, and are acknowledged to be the peer of al classes by an admiring world. Our Sophomore year was replete with much interesting though hard work. We are the first class to enjoy the privileges of the Physiology Lab, under the able tuition of Dr. Busch. We readily recall the almost superhuman efforts made by old Geo R., Baldy and Lurgy Roberts to demonstrate certain practical experiments. Some one hath said, 'Twas the first time they imbibed-let us pray that 'twill be the last. . During our Junior year the short trips to the various clinics were enjoyed by all. Much rivalry exists between our two stout members as to who occupies the more room in the street car. After much exertion, puffing and the like, it is decided a close tie, but the fat men are requested to sit on opposite sides of the car, as a general precautionary measure. Thus we pass to our Senior year. hlany of the old familiar faces have long since left our ranks. Some, mayhap, to take up college work elsewhere, others to return to the dear old farm. Those few of us remaining, ,privileged to taste of the future, are thank- ful to a supreme degree. We begin to realize how near we are to the goal of our life's ambition. We are brought into intimate contact with our Faculty and made to appreciate that the grandeur of medicine lies beyond all description. That to be successfully carried out, it is a life's work. A work of earliest concentration, toil and study. - It is my earnest wish, and I am sure that of the entire class of nineteen three, that we may never be found wanting but always ready, as physicians, to uphold the standard as set by our Faculty and our dear old Alma Mater. H1sToRrAN. ll yl

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f-g ff' Class Histor N dealing with so great and all-important a topic as the history of a so brilliant, need I say already famous, tif the future may be judged by the i ii 21.1 3 ast affvrevation of men and women known throughout the world as the - :I I. . p oz: ca I o .... ' Class of Nineteen Three, my thoughts readily carry me back through four the fall of ninety-nine. f . 'D long 'sears of strife and toil to that glorious time of our Freshman year, But! Ye shades of Beelzebubll It can't be true. My eves deceive mel Oh! speak, thou unearthly monster and tell me ,tis not true. t'Aye, Aye,', comes across the stillness, in high-voiced monotones, HI fear me 'tis all too true. lNIethinks I know the voice. Ah! 't B Cl seelst thou?,' I boldly inquire. Alas, alas, I see bald heads, tow heads, bovish faces and hairv faces celluloicl f . 7 collars saluting high-waters, rain-bow shirts sporting Cherman ties, a green sweater on H I V M ,,- Y. . , . . oc cey unyon and mth a shriek, as though it were too much for him, our Sage is gone. Thus it is true. So we begin. is on , the Sage, who speaketh. K' What And so, paradoxical, as it may seem, under the leadership of our living skeleton, Freddy, We stam ede the loft f 'd ' Y' ' ' ' meet. The Sophs, however, by a mighty effort, arrav themselves in battle bold against . 7 D our color, brain and brawn, and gently, though firmly encourage us to dance, drink carole or Warble to the rampant joy of the entire colleffe We have met the enem f and e - 5 we are theirs. Hardly do we recover from this coup de etat, ere we exchange pleasantries p 5 corri ois, carrying consternation and fear UQ to all we

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A True Account of the Last Meeting of the Sponge Club The following officers handled the situation: E. Hammersmith Putnam, Wielder of the Battle Axg Freddy Purcell, Tankard Bearer, Deacon Cole, Chaplain. Prophecy T was just the proper kind of a night to be sitting at a table in Sonneman's. One could hear the wind outside blowing around the angles of the building and every time the door was opened, tiurries of snow swept into the room. On this particular eveningIfelt that All the world was young and every Goose a Swan and every Lass a Queen. I was just after visiting my latest heiress. As I sat there alongside of my beaker of hop juice, reverently smoking a cigar, visions of red-headed girls with ruby lips Hoated before my eyes. I could even hear the frou, frou of their silken skirts. Every once in a while I would partially come out of it and there would lie nobody there but red faced Benny, the Sahib of the Booze Bazaar, performing his priestly offices and deftly manipulating the ivory spatula. The dunkel bier was permeating my lymphatics and the cockles of my heart were getting warm. Suddenly a gruff voice bawled out, L'Hello Good. My pipe went out. Looking in the direction from whence the din proceeded I beheld Putnam, Hands were shook, invitations extended, and Put reluctantly UQ sat down. He put in a wholesale order and we proceeded to conversate. Well, by the gods, Goodale, remarked Putty, tt when do you study? I've been here four years now and I've never seen you stick your nose inside of a book. You must have a little bird come and tell it to you evenings while you slumber. I gently remarked that I quite often consulted standard works on medicine. Put only growled back, Youlll never need your knowledge as you will probably go into partnership with Sam T. jack after you graduate . My friend evidently had just re- turned from a rehearsal of the Anvil Chorus and his strength was not yet spent. He sipped his KBr for a few moments and then suddenly asked if I had heard of Drozeski's latest stunt. I Jlowed I hadn't. Well, says he, He has figured out the cost of his tuition by the hour and he makes it about twenty-seven cents, so when he is ten minutes late, it means five cents to the bad. I can see his finish, he continued. That fellow will go to jerusalem and do plastic operations for the correction of See That Hump and just about the time the famous race threatens to become extinct he will come back to America and give himself up to some dime museum as the only Yiddisher Yentlernan in captivity, drawing 3500 weekly and sending home 35499.50 every seven days for ma to bury. I was tempted to put in a few kind words for poor Drozeski but I knew it would be useless, for when Put begins to knock, he, like the babbling brook, is very apt to babble on for ever, so I settled myself comfortably, prepared for a regular coppersmithis conven- tion. Don,t you know, Good, he continued, that we've got the worst lot of muckers