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

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REVERIE As I sit in the light of the slow-burning fire, My old pipe sending incense above, While the blue of the flame and the near-dying day Melt in dreams of the past that I love ; As I then dreamed wild dreams of a confident youth, Future hopes over which Fate held sway, So now do I dream the lost dreams of a man — Visions of dear, dead days. The faces I met, the friendships I formed, The jokes I can never forget; The times I hazed, the time I got hazed, The fall that broke my first set. The hours that I worked, the hours that I loafed, The places I loved to go — The dark and the bright, in mingled delight, Live again in the flame burning low. Dear old Fire, let thy flame burn as blue as it did When I dreamed in those days that I love. Dear old Pipe, be my comforter now as you were ; Bear my thoughts with thy incense above. Dear old Night, let thy shadows creep farther and far, Till you number this day with the rest, But leave me to sit and live in those days — Dear old days at B. C. D. S. —Rogers. 14

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Board of Editors M. E. Rogers, Je Editor-in-Chief A. C. Bastedo . Assistant Editor E. D. LA TOUENEAU Literary Editor R. A. Hogue Grind Editor H. W. Doeemus Business Manager J. C. Ruman Assistant Business Manager A. G. McCue Subscription Manager P. 0. Kluttig Artist 8 ULTIfl • COLL Ax ' i ' ifiNTALSURGE 13

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Under Wkat Flag Do You Sail ? gpjT a banquet in London, Mr. Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain), soon after Oxford had conferred an honorary degree upon him, related this incident : A frivolous little self-important captain of a coasting sloop in the dried apple and kitchen furniture trade was always hailing every vessel that came in sight, just to hear him- self talk and air his small grandeurs. One day a majestic Indiaman came ploughing by, with course on course of canvas towering into the sky, her decks and yards swarming with sailors, with macaws and monkeys and all manner of strange and romantic creatures populating her rigging, and her freightage of precious spices lading the breeze with gracious and mysterious odours of the Orient. Of course, the little coaster-captain hopped into the shrouds and squeaked a hail: ' Ship ahoy! What ship is that, and whence and whither? ' In a deep and thunderous bass came the answer back through a speaking trumpet, ' The Begum of Bengal, a hundred and twenty-three days out from Canton— home- ward bound! What ship is that? ' The little captain ' s vanity was all crushed out of him, and most humbly he squeaked back, ' Only the Mary Anne, fourteen hours out from Boston, bound for Kittery Point with — with nothing to speak of ! ' This little book goes out with you as a record of doings at school, and may, perhaps, by some be pre- served to give zest to the memory of past days. But now as we go, shall we be captains of Indiamen, homeward bound, men of accomplishment and power, or Kittery Point captains, self-important, trad- ers in trifles? From my observation I am more and more convinced that the successful life is not lived by acci- dent. That which we call fortuitous circumstance is no more or less than opportunity which comes to all, but only those who are watchful and ready grasp it. With envious eyes we sometimes view those who we think by accident have come within the radius of fortune ' s smile. A careful analysis, however, will reveal one of two things : either in the personality and character of the one so blessed was the power and ability to force himself into the circle of charm, or the envied one will prove himself unprepared and the so-called blessings will turn to ashes on his lips. 15