University of Cincinnati College of Medicine - Annual Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Dr. Wherrthhat is the cause of whooping cough? PieckiBacillus Pertussis. Dr. Wherrthhn Hrst isolated this. bacillus? PimLk-Perl ussis himself. IS? A H OF A SITUATION ELL 3 59 x3 THE STETHOSCOPE SONG A Professional Ballad There was a young man in Boston town, He bought him a stethoscope nice and new, All lTlOLll'ltEd and finished and pnlishcd down, VVith'an ivory cap Lind a stopper too. It happened a spider within did crawl, And spun him a web of ample Size: Wherein there chanced one day to fall A couple of very imprudent Hies. The Flt'ST was a bottle Hy big and blue; The second was smaller, and lhin and long: So there was a concert between the two, Like an octave Flute and a tavern gong. Now being from Paris but recently, This line young man would show his skill; And so they gave him his hand to try. A hospital patient extremely ill. Page One Hundred Ninety-lhree

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INDOOR SPORT Small-pox Isolation I can fancy that two good companions. Who were held here in durance vile, Would hnd ready means of killing the time And coaxing out many a smile. A most shifting mind has the gambling man, Who tries to guess out nature's way: His philosophy tells him how things should be, And reckons the odds he should lay. Helll bet that the moon will shine any night, Stake all 0n the flip of a card; He'll bet that the heart of a landlord is soft. Or lay you fair odds it is hard. He knows llpro and con forever prevail, That he has a good chance either way; So, if you'll the llpm, he'll take the Heon end, 01' reverse themejust as you say. Ilm thinking if two such gamblers were here With nothing upon which to bet; They'd turn to the chance of certain pustules Drying up. while. others staid wet. One might pick for luck an infant pustule, A spot that was just faintly red, And lay one to Eve, it would be dried up E're pus from an old one had Fled. And if both of them were well broken out, And none of the pustulcs were healed; They would make parlays 011 three blooming ones, Against a most wonderful field. And then, 100. entries they'd have by the score, And most of them evanly maLched; Tho' some might act bad, and itch a good bit And, of course, they would then be scratched. Like horses, some favorites would not show class. On the days when they lacked in tire; Then some hundred to one shot would gallop in, And drop his scab first 'ncath the wire. The meeting. of course, woundu't last very longe About seventeen betting clays: But bets would be laid, dOWn t0 the last scab. E're they made their get-a-ways. Page One Hundred Niuety-two

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Smile said that his liver was short of bilq, And some that his heart was over 512e, XNhih-z some kept arguing all the while, He was crammed with tubercles up to his eyea. This Fine young man then up stepped he, And all the doctors made a pause: Said he: ' Iihe man must die, you see: By the fifty-seventh 0f Louis's laws. But since this case is a desperate one, To explore his chest it may be well; For if he should die and it were not done, You know the autopsy would not tell. Then out his stethoscope he took. And on it placed his curious ear; RIM. DieulH said he. with a knowing Iook. Why here is a sound that is mighty queer! 'l'he hourdomtemem is very clearh Amphorz'c buzzing. as I'm alive! Five doctora wok Lhcir turn to hear, XAmpkom'c buzzing. said all the five. There's em-pyema, beyond a doubt; We'll plunge a tmcar in his side; The diagnosis was made out- They tapped the patient; so he died. HE OUGHTA BE A PEERGHEE , THE X WPH HE GHN Page Om: Hundred Ninety-four