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

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In the next ten years. the greatest feat Will be the death of the Spirochete. Dr. Freed writcs in Ordr'r Bnoh-S. S. enema. High and Gently. Miss Block fwriftas on rharnicwen. Sweet and low. AH NEVFHH- DID $65 A MAN '50 Form OB KIDNEY WHAT IS THIS AN ARGUMENT AGAINST AJHSS Kronecker 7dr: Dixpcnmrm HNur5e. may I have some sterile iudin? Mrs. Aldntyre Ms Smfgemz .vtwkm'female paJ-iem's abdommj 7 lsn't that a beautiful cremnsreric reflex? Miss Jones Unlerrupf'irrg Dr. Stark's lec'mrw-HHHS the uterus a hole in it. Dr. Stark? Mrs. Sheitnn Oh! Dr. CaldwclL you know Surgical Anatomy is; my Passion. EDITOR'S POEM Spring hath come, lykelle, lykeHe, The book is done, lykelle My staff, they come around each day. They come around. lykellc. Th? students all subscribe. they say, They subscribe. yes, lykelle. And I am happy, mo. and gay. Yes. I am, kaelle, My task 50 light so high my pay. Merrily sing, lykelle. Page Two Hundred Three

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The laboratory and I'm dismayed. Next the staff approaches with reverential tread And then. indeed. I must keep my head And then, it's the clinic. due at ten With its fetching and toting all over again. I give an hour of such precious time To guarding those x-ray plates 50 Fine. Yes, beam and smile but desperate like My spirit flags, try as I might. Then it's over, with eclmingr steps down the hall, And I turn to struggle, to face it all. Those beds I'd made with every care, Whose natty corners had been so fair Arc tumbled and tossed and thrown about As if forty-nine demons had been routed nut. Sadly I gaze at my treatment room Where every last bottle had stood so true. The sign, Leave in Order. is the. only thing prim. The forty-eight patients meekly had hushed As they saw the seriousness with which I rushetl. But now that the dread of the morning in; pasl I think of them and the Orders at last. I glance at the order book With eager inquire l glance but it glitters. my brain is on hre. For there with signatures bold I Find Forty-eight orders, each of a kind; That routes a night nurse from morning sleep Puzzling. wondering where shelll keep Once she has it. that specimen. Verily. truly my medical man Embryo intern, now if you can See the comfort in the words that ring Death, sweet Death, where is thy sting? Page Two Hundred! Two

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THE POINT OF VIEW The donkeyts song is not a pretty song; You would not wish to hear it all day long; Yet. when the humans cry. Hthe donkey braysI How do they know! Perhaps the donkey prays. To ears attunedebut not to yours and minei The donkey renders harmonies divine; Yet should your voice and mine in paens blend. Who knows what donkeys ears it might offend. Of course you already knDWebut the Latin on the Senior title page means: Behold the Doctor. There may be anything but music in the air when the interne who has worked four hours to approximate the ends of a cut tendon is reminded by the nurse that it's the Lost Chord for sure. BOUT 80 YEARS AGO DE. BYRON STANTON ETIOLOGY Two thin shoes; make one cold; two colds, one attack of bronchitis: two attacks of hmnchltls. one mahogany coffin. A FACT It isn't the cough that carries you off; its the coffin they carry you off in. STAFF POEM The world is old, hut likes to laugh, New puns are hard to Find. The greatest Editorial Staff Can't tickle every mind. So if you read some old-timo joke, Patched up in modern guise, Don't fuss and say the thing's a take just laughedon't be too wise. Page Two Hundred Four