University of Maryland Baltimore Dental School - Mirror Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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Class of 1902. MottO — VlNCIT, QUI SE VlNCIT. Colors — DARK BLUE AND WHITE. Yell. Exostosis, Cementosis, Razzle, Dazzle, Rip, Rap, Roo! B.C.D.S., B.C.D.S., We ' re the Class of 1902! Officers. David Morrison Biggs, President. Emory Charles Thompson, Vice-President. Hoy Bruce McCuskey, Artist. William Augustus Hayes, Secretary. Frederi ck Charles House, Sergeant-al-Arms. Everett Earle Robins, Treasurer. James Le George Piper, Prophet. Albert Lea Alexander, Historian. William Lynn Hazlett, Valedictorian. Gxccutivc Committee. Henry Baker Johnston, Lewis Warren Crosby, George Guy Shoemaker, Leo Bernard Tearney, Harry Lloyd Gall.

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TB IP OFFICERS OF THE CLASS ' 02.

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FHstory of the Class of 1902. T has been said that ' History is past Politics and Politics present History. Such being the case, the uninitiated may think us without a history; but such is not the case, since the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Two has struggled through several campaigns of a political nature, and has witnessed contests as exciting and absorbing as any outside our grand old institution. Laying aside this political feature of our past, we still have a record which will ever be recalled with mingled pleasure, pride and amazement. Did we say pleasure? Yes; for what a pleasure it will be in after years, when shadows of intervening events have interposed themselves to render dim the memory of our careers as students at the Baltimore College of Dental Surgery, to recall the familiar scenes and friendly faces almost forgotten but for their association; to live again, in memory, a life wherein a delayed check, a leaky dam or a porous plate was its greatest worry, and the making of specimens and the passing of examinations its greatest anxiety. And with pride may we recall the way in which we have worked shoulder to shoulder, in perfect harmony and good fellowship, and have striven with friendly rivalry to attain the prizes lying at our common goal. With amazement, mingled with amusement, may we recall our entrance into the institution, to which we now point with pride as our Alma Mater. Was ever a Freshman Class possessed of more effrontery and self-confidence ushered into the extracting room? Recall, if you will, the familiar scene of a Freshman preparing to extract his first tooth. Seated in the chair his trembling yet unsuspecting victim, standing to the left of the chair a supercilious Senior, with his hands thrust into his coat pockets and his lips wreathed with smiles; near by the embryonic dentist, who is about to prove to the world that he is past-master of all the arts and sciences connected with his future profession. Surrounding this grotesque assemblage, you will observe seven grinning, gaping Freshmen who will be full-fledged surgeons when once each has had his turn at the forceps. And now for the ordeal whose outcome is another dentist, and, if appearances count for aught, probably a corpse also. He advances with the glittering steel in hand, and, with a look of fiery determination, thrusts, grapples, twists, shakes, pushes, pulls, and when he is almost exhausted — the patient quite so — (the seven comrades-in-arms in a state of nervous collapse and ready to abandon this branch of service forever) he flourishes on high the trophy of his