University of Maryland School of Medicine - Terrae Mariae Medicus (Baltimore, MD)

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TWENTY-Form THE, CLINIC Elin Memurtnm T has seemed to those of us who have been placed in charge of this book, representing as it does the qv uuul U U wx Bly student body, that it would be altogether fitting to add a few words, inadequate as they are in giving X I expression to our real feelings, to the many beautiful and deserving tributes that have been paid to the memory of Dr. Trimble, whose portrait appears on the opening page, and to whom we have the honor to dedicate this book. Death is a common thing in the providential order of things, as common and equally as familiar as birthg yet, death, beyond any other event, produces the most profound impression upon the mind. This is true when it knocks at the door of the humblestg much more so when it overtakes those prominent in life, those who have achieved honor and success in one or along several lines. The sudden death of Dr. Trimble, in the prime of life, recalls to our memory the beautiful manner in which the gifted Dr. Holmes spoke of death in early life, comparing life to a clock which had been wound by the angel of life to run for three score years and ten, but which through some accident has run down before the lapse of the allotted time. While Dr. Trimble's stay among us was short, in that brief time we were able to learn of his true manhood, his kindly and sympathetic nature, the graces of his mind and heart, combining in one perfect union arniability, sweetness of disposition, gentleness of manner and fine courtesy to all of high or low station in life who were thrown in contact with him. H Dr. Trimble was a leading man in the City of Baltimore, not solely in a professional way, but in social as

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THE CLINIC TWENTY-THREE . Ein illllemnriam To DR. GEORGE J. PRESTON, Late Professor of Physiology and Diseases of the Nervous System. How little We think, as we live from day to day, Of the true worth of friends whom we pass along our way. Every hour we,re told of loved ones who have left and entered there, Where l..ife's roadway has no turning, where they have no cross to bear. Such sad partings make us ponder, make us feel as though there were More to Life than mere existence, more to strive and labor for. just so, from our midst has left us one we honored and admired, ' One who always labored for us, helped us, and who never tired. His bright smile and cheerful greeting gave each student hope and cheer As he met us in the classroom many times throughout the year. Not alone was he our teacher - more than that he seemed to be - Just one of us, you might say, a friend to all, to you, to me. He has left us just to journey in that Distant Land afar, Where the paths are strewn with roses, where each crown is decked with stars. Though we miss him and we sorrow, yet sweet memories linger yet Of a life whose sweet example we never shall forget. R. W. LOCHER.

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THE CLINIC TWENTY-FIVE well. l-le was the true type of a Southern gentleman, courtly and perfect in bearing, with an attractive person- ality which drew all unconsciously to love and respect him. The variety and character of the positions which he held ably testify to the commanding influence he exerted in his community. On the day of his burial the great concourse of people, numbering among them hundreds of students whom he had so diligently and faithfully labored to instruct in the fundamentals of surgery, and others-promi- nent men in every walk of life-who had gathered to pay this their last tribute of respect, bore full testimony of the high place he occupied in the hearts of those who knew him. The Legislature of the Commonwealth of Maryland, in session, adjourned after news of his death reached that body. All college exercises were suspended until after his burial, and everywhere little groups of students and Doctors were collected, grief-stricken beyond measure of belief. A cloud of gloom, dark and impenetrable, had settled over every one, which time alone, or perhaps the knowledge that our friend had gone to a home of rest, of immortality, could serve to dispel. Before his death the college bulletin boards were eagerly scanned by all connected with the college, hoping for the best, but hope was doomed to dismay, for, though all possible that is known to the science of medicine was done for him, he passed to the great and mysterious beyond on the morning of the twenty-fourth of February, nineteen hundred eight. Appropriate resolutions were framed by the students en masse, and action was taken looking to the pur- chase of a Horal tribute, and it was finally decided to place an oil painting of Dr. Trimble in the college library. Today an almost perfect likeness hangs on the college walls, the gift of the students to the college. The sudden manner in which Dr. Trimble died, and the circumstances which attended his death, not only aroused the sympathy and regret of those who knew him, but of all who learned the sad facts of the case. He died a martyr to his profession, death coming as the result of his devotion to duty and his disregard for personal safetyg but to one who was prepared as Dr. Trimble was, we cannot but feel with Ruskin that death is really a comforter and friend, bringing in his right hand rest and in his left hope.