University of Pennsylvania School of Veterinary Medicine - Scalpel Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Henry Clayton Moyer was a peculiar little elf, Indeed he was related to old Kock himself. Mumma was a fat man, Carter's hair was red, Linberg stood for creamy cheese and Newhaus, milk and bread. Fiedler was our strong man, Bushong sold the books, Miller asked the questions and Gwinner held the hook. Greenwood kept a steady pull, Dennis fell behind, Reeder and old Harry Little kept a steady grind. lf continuous reading kept a man in trim, Michener's North .4l7I6I'fl'UlI was a help to him. Patrick was a speed horse man, but got crazy as a louse When upon his shoulder he would feel a little mouse. The Quigleys, they were Irish, and that's not saying much, But they, too, got intelligent by living with the Dutch. Pete Runyon lives in jersey, where there is naught but sand, But even in that dumping ground Vets are sometimes in demand. Buck Taylor is a farmer and a Vet combined, He intends to pick potatoes when no practice he can find. Philip Wfendkos is a poet, and a poet line, But when he writes about a thing he skips most every line. Old Pop VVerntz was on the job, he never had a fear, . And Pop was the executive for three entire years. Now wefve left two noble men till the very last, Namely, Wfescott and old Rogers, and they both are in one class: They're not drafters, neither racers, nor beef or mutton types, But their owners simply keep them to watch the house at nights. -sF1'ed G. Sieifzibaclz A tall, thin rube called Steinbach, enrolled at our Vet School, I-le carried blood in buckets, pushed coins and played the fool, He ripped it into Quigley, gave his Dutch friends a boost, He plucked and ate a chicken he found dead beneath its roost. He patented a capsule to keep the wigglers warm, ' To carry to his long-tailed mut out on his Bridesburg Farm, He never paid the stud fee, faked breeding for the pup. Alas, for honest screw-tail, too late you sized him up. iw! V no-J Mia l43

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Ratuhp About that cow in Beattie's herd He hasn't lately said a word, 'lXNho's got any money, Blake would sayg Koster and Behrens, comelon this way. To End out who for allthe drinks A Would have to pony up and pay, Freddie Boerner at this game Utterly failed and lost his fame. But the fiercest gambler in the den Ts wreckless Schnell of State and Penn. Pat Devine and old Caroos Are dangerous men when they're turned loose, And when on Briggs' nags they'd ride , They were worse than a count with vain and pride. Howell, lack Feist and old Doc Shue Made stagnant ponds when they would chew. Then doggy Harris always had X Some books and stuff to sell, Now get your pictures taken, boys, . VVe'd hear old screw tail yell. Hen. Darrow thought for the longest time That he had been forsaken, VVhen he sat for hours on Gilbertls steps To have his picture taken. We'll all salute old Riley now On that eighteen hundred sow. Garrie weighed her, put on the label, And she was as broad as the operating table. Cow house Kuehner in room D, frequently would waddle, And in his inside pocket he always had a bottle. Bill McGroarty, with his pipe, hadn't much to say, But used up paper by the ream taking notes each day. He had a brother Barney who daily gave the cry, VVho has got the makin's F -no tobacco would he buy. Of Dolan, Eames and Flaherty, nothing wrong can be said, But before examination time they would not go to bed. Now Mitterling knows muscles and other anatomical points, For he studied the nerves and vessels and all about the choints Now little Harry Mitchell, we only took his face To use up the blank paper and Fill up empty space. Little Harry Vtfhiteman once tried a funny trick, But what would we have ever done without old Mercuric l Herbott, Herron, Haskell, Haley, Harkens, Haenn, Clean up all the Hs, so we'll say no more of them, Except to mention wooden spoons to the last one of these men. ' l42

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FIRST YEAR ANATOMY ROOM