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Identifier: xray1921medi (find matches)
Title: X-ray
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Medical College of Virginia
Subjects: Medical College of Virginia -- Students -- Yearbooks College yearbooks -- Virginia -- Richmond
Publisher: Medical College of Virginia
Contributing Library: Virginia Commonwealth University Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Lyrasis Members and Sloan Foundation

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DISPENSARY ain appreciation The X-Ray of 1921 would be incomplete, indeed, should notwe render due appreciation and individual admiration for our Mrs.Moore. She who made the Dispensary a livable spot of existence,she who unswerving-ly spent boundless time and effort towardmaking- that place what it should be to both City and College—shewho with g-enerous heart, untiring hands, and undaunted interest,gave a Mother-like touch to each and every one of us, as daily wecame into contact with the grosser things of life! Her refining influence, heartfelt sympathy, and maternal pridemeant more in our youthful period than we may fully realize formany years to come. May she ever feel confident of us, each ofus, as striving to do those little acts of mercy, and clinging closeto those high principles of service she meant to have us do. 54
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Old Timers We Have Known ©ont Crab The Freshman took the dripping towel away from his aching head, And murmured a sigh of vast relief as he tumbled into bed; And, closing his eyes, he dreamed a dream, to the tune of a sonorous snore, Of the happy days ahead when he would be classed as a Sophomore. The Sophomore wiped his glasses on a bit of green goggle cloth.He had tripped up bad in a quiz that day, and he felt exceeding wroth,And he sighed, Ah, that I was a Junior, with this year far behind.To get away from this never-ending, sense-destroying grind. And the Junior sat with his light turned low, alone in his little room.And the frown he wore was blacker yet than the air-pervading gloom.He thought of the happy Seniors, so near to the coveted goal.And it almost seemed, that to join them, he would barter his very soul. The Senior donned his hat and coat to go to his daily class, And he thought to himself, as he started out, Will this year ever pass? How I envy the graduate internes, wi

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