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

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Senior Class, 1903. ( Motto— Pergite ! Colors — Royal Blue and Maroon. Flower — White Carnation. Yell. Sis, boom, Bah, Sis, boom, Bah, ' 03, ' 03, Rah! Rah! Rah! B.C.D.S. Rah ! ! ! Officers. Bert Frank Allen, President. Harry Prescott Emeis, Vice-President. Jay Leroy Rice, Historian. Gilbert Haven Alford, Secretary. Amos French Cupp, Prophet. James Lennie Metcalf, Treasurer. Edwin Waltrip Green, Sergeant-at-Arms. James Francis Clark, Poet. Charles Edward Dunn, Artist. Charles Lorne Thompson, Valedictorian. Executive Committee. William Area Marie, Chairman. Guy Robert Love, Thomas Robertson, Nathan L. Soule, Fred Smallwood Smith.

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LI RV BALTIMORE COLLEGE RGERY- SENIOR CLASS.

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History of Class of 1903. EVERYTHING temporal has a beginning and like- wise a history. The first of October, back in the apparent dark ages of 1900, when the air wa s heavy with the fragrant odor of autumn leaves that had already turned from their infant green to a golden hue and the low stern threatening winds with their semi-softness were sing- ing their last lullaby to the purple violets that had long- since bowed their heads in silent prayer, found us in a new land full of pride and ambition, building great castles in the air that reached heavenward and dipped their tops in the blue of eternity, with firm resolutions sweeping through our minds like swift-winged night birds. Under such conditions we, a most powerful and all-wise assemblage of dentists so conceived, are gathered about the Baltimore College of Dental Sur- gery. Previous to our first lecture as we are clustered to- gether with minds thirsty for knowledge, we see in the midst of our illustrious band faces familiar to nearly all parts of the habitable globe. At times we are overwhelmed with joy, at other instances beset with a vague fear of the ordeals that are silentlv awaiting us. Then comes an inward and sinking doubt as to our ability to travel along with the cunning and clev- erness of him whom we regard as an intellectual giant that is likely to come forth with the power of a Web- ster or the genius of an Edison. We mount the old stairs that lead to fame in the footsteps of thousands that have gone before us. We march silently onward until we are seated in the rear of the hall. Then amid cheers and shouts our noble, stately white-haired pro- fessor enters wearing a dignity of carriage and a smile as bland as though the years had all been playthings. We gaze about us. The conception of our surround- ings is very gratifying and we look forward with rap- turous pleasure. The thought of mingling henceforth with so jolly and congenial a class of fellows is indeed a source of great pleasure. And in looking backward over the career of the class the Historian is impressed with the fact that the past events during our course here at College have been pleasant and interesting to place in the pages of memory. May they so live that in years to come we may look back with a delightful thought that our time was spent profitably, not alto- gether by the knowledge gained but in making many friends that will remain stable through life. In speaking more definitely of the general phe- nomena which characterize the student in tlie early part of his Freshman year it is indeed very humiliating.