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

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tS5lMI?§Q )eniorism m OSSIBLY the idea has never occurred to some that being a Senior is an honor. It is an honor, for the fact that it represents the best efforts of a man who has been ambitious to such a degree that hard work and self-denial could not be considered as such, during the long, hard years s]5ent in study to enable himself to attain this acme of perfection. Now that the goal of his ambition has been attained, he is still just in the position where he was during his Freshman year, that of indecision as to whether he is possessed of sufficient ner e and gray matter to conquer the numer- ous difficulties and disappointments that are ahead of him. Thus it can be readily seen that the ups and downs of a dental education are numerous and the fact that they are numerous causes a Senior to look back and wonder how he ever had the good fortune to accomplish what he has. In view of the fact that there is a serious side of college life, there is also a humorous side as well. Going into the Senior laboratory any day one will find it a busy scene of industry. Now and then the atmosphere will become blue, as some poor chap has the misfortune to burn his fingers or the solder fails to run in the proper place. One of the Seniors ' favorite pastimes is to drop a facing or crown on the floor and after a futile search intermingled with imprintable language, Mr. Senior slowly and sadly comes to the realization that his hard work and facing are memories of the past and he feels so discouraged that he begins to rue the day that he decided to study dentistry. Then again, if the Senior wants exercise he takes a tramp through the slush and mud up to the Dental Depot to obtain teeth for a plate. After hax ' ing the fun of picking them out, he hoofs it back to the dear old laborator} ' . Ah, everything is bright and rosy now. He ' s going to make a plate perhaps. The Jinx thinks otherwise to such an extent that he gets the Senior ' s goat. A tooth is ground too much, then he loses a tooth on the floor and finally he winds up by breaking the model. .Vfter a masterful outburst of profanity the noble Senior grabs his instruments, slams them in the drawer and says To H with the plate, let the patient wait. ' ' And the patient usually does. Such is life. Shoot a quarter. Come seven, come ' leven.

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W. G. Foster, D.D.5. |R. W. G. FOvSTER was born in I ' hillipslmrg, New |prse ' , on tlic twcnt -tliird of Septenil)ei , 1S60. vSome ) ears later his father and mother took up their residence in Bahimore, where he was educated in private schools imtil he was fourteen, when he attended the West Nottingham Academy in Cecil County, Alary- land, for two years. After which he entered the Maryland Agricultural College and while there was made Senior Captain of Cadets, holding this position until he left the college. Jt may be here mentioned that he was for a number of years Captain of Company K, Fifth Maryland Regiment, and later as Captain on the stafif of same regiment as Inspector of rifle prac- tice. Dr. Foster Vvas graduated from the Baltimore College of Dental Surgery with the Class of 1881,, and the following year was appointed as assistant demonstrator in the Prosthetic laboratory. Five years later he was appointed senior demonstrator of that department. In 1905 he was appointed senior demonstrator of operative dentistry which position he held until June the eighth, 1914, when he was appointed professor of pathology and thereapeutics and elected dean of the faculty. Dr. Foster has occupied the position of president of the JMaryland State Dental Association, and is now a member of the Board of Governors. He is a member of the National Dental Association and the National Association of Dental Faculties. Dr. Foster is the director for Maryland of the Preparedness League of American Dentists.

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vf TMIR Seniorism — Cont. Isn ' t it rcniarlsalile how diii ' tiilicd and professional looking a man fccl when he is wearing a white coat? Many people after taking a course of treatment fiiom some of us still maintain a decided belief in the old axioms, Variety is the spice of life, and appearances are deceitful. ' ' Nevertheless we do love to sport our new white coats, ]Hit on a dignified air, lool wise and lead the poor suffering human being to the chair of torture. .Still, at times we get a ' lemon in the shape of some big female who is continually talking, bossing, fixing her hair, nio ' ing around, viping her nose, gasping and many other petty annoyances, characteristic of some women. With upturned nose and a strong countenance, the brave Senior nobly bears the smell of powder and the glittering fire from the steely eyes of the Amazon, who has lost her nerve ; then the touch of a delicate brooch, manipnlate l ]) a bi ' ute of ,-i man. Some men are born lazy. Others are not. Nevertheless many of us do love to sleep in the morning. If some of us were to start a diary, probablv it would read something like the immortal diary of Mark Twain: Got up and washed and went to bed. This is not the age of the dawdler and dreamer. Many of us, however, are afflicted with the sleep bug disease to such an extent that our system is poisoned by its effects, thus interfering with our College duties. Many will continue to dream and awake too late to grasp what they so much desire: a chance to live b} ' means of an honorable profession. We, the men of the Senior Class, who are about to graduate and begin upon our life ' s work, are full - aware of the fact that we ha e missed manv golden opportunities to better our mental and physical equipment while here at B. C. D. S. Aside from this fact, we ha e the feeling, to a certain extent, that some, if not all, of our time has been spent wisely, which has given us numerous ideas which cannot but help of being much value to us as professional men. Xot onlv have our efforts played an important part in gaining these ideas, but it has also been through the untiring and persistent efforts of our beloved Faculty. In after years, when we look back upon our College life, there will come the thought that we owe to the Facult)- of our Alma Mater a debt of gratitude that can never be fully paid.