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

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SOPHOMORE CLASS SONG I don't wanL a hundred, I dun'l want a hundred; All I want is a seventy-flve. I thought that Doctor Tashiro was through with mu. But all he ever gave. me was a scventy-three; Its my ambition to be :1 good physician But I guess I'll not survive. I want to be a doctor; I want to be a dnctor; But I have'nt got L110 seventy-Fwe. I don't want a hundred, I don't want a hundred; AII I want is a seventytfwe. Now Doctor Malone with me I thought was. through, But all I ever got from him was seventy-lwo. Its my ambition to be a good physician But I guess I'll not survive; I want to be a doctor; I want to be a doctor; But I haven't got the seventy-flve. I don't want a hundred, I don't want. a hundred: AII I want is a sevany-fwe. I thought that I had gutten rid of Dr. Knower, But then he turned amund and gave me seventy-fuurd Its my ambition, to he a good physician. But I gqu IIII not survive. I want to he a doctor; Ilnrrl! I've got to be a doctor: But IIve got to get the sevenlyvlivc. x l XIKXWKXXI'ng ,5,an ' AT PRESENT 3g? ' - ' I'M ONLY Xx .34 YEH . BU YRAILEHG XV X , WATCH HIS 4'4: f SMOKE LATER ,a I x cm: H g, I , x le .II F 3 afl- ia 3 ' Entmfear3g. Page Two Hundred Haas

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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

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