THE ALUMNI JOURNAL. 



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TO THE CLASS OF '96. 



THE SHART DRUG CLERK AND THE 

 (iUILELESS FARMER. 



As commencement approaches and 

 with it the parting hour for you who 

 have for a number of years studied side 

 by side, and cultivated, for each other, a 

 feeling of the warmest and truest friend- 

 ship, the thought must often present it- 

 self that many of you go forth from 

 college into the world in paths en- 

 tirely opposite, perhaps never again to 

 meet and greet one another. 



It is with feelings of profound pleas- 

 ure intermingled with those of sincere 

 regret, that you appear together for the 

 last time as a class. How dear to you 

 is your Alma Mater, the benign mother 

 whose glory you share, and whose prais- 

 es you will sing, whether you remain 

 here in the city, or are called to regions 

 far distant! How dear to you are your 

 associates; how you prize their friendship 

 and good fellowship! And, permeating 

 all these sentiments, how deep is your 

 regret at parting with the scenes of, and 

 the associations formed at College. 



And yet, year alter year, students 

 graduate and return to their homes, leav- 

 ing no trace of themselves, no evidence 

 that they once were students of our Col- 

 lege, beyond the memory of their names. 



How pleasant it would be if all our 

 graduates would avail themselves of the 

 opportunities offered for maintaining a 

 constant relationship between themselves 

 as classmates, and towards their Alma 

 Mater, as men, ready to extol her vir- 

 tues and to rejoice in her ever increasing 

 influence. 



And yet, how few comparatively avail 

 themselves of the opportunities presented. 



Join the Alumni Association! In no 

 other way can you so strongly retain the 

 sweet remembrances of your college days, 

 in no other way can you more highly 

 honor your Alma Mater. 



T. KUSSY, 

 629 Broad St., Newark, N. J. 



Funny mistakes happen in drug stores. 

 Here is one that took place in Rockville, 

 Conn,, the other day. 



A prominent druggist took the agency 

 for an asthma cure, and, in order to 

 boom the remedy, made a display of the 

 medicine in his window. His first order 

 was a small one, and, to make a fair dis- 

 play would require a good many pack- 

 ages which he did not possess. 



This difficulty was easily surmounted. 

 Procuring a lot of wrappers, and getting 

 a number of wooden blocks of the right 

 size, the enterprising druggist wrapped 

 the blocks up and made them to appear 

 like the regular packages. 



The display in his window was a good 

 one, and he received many compliments 

 for his skill at window dressing. 



A man from the country — a farmer — 

 saw the many packages and read the 

 card, which stated what the contents 

 would cure. As the man was troubled 

 with this annoying disease, he sauntered 

 into the pharmacy and asked a clerk for a 

 package of the medicine. The clerk 

 forgetting himself, gave him one of the 

 dummy packages from the window ar- 

 rangement, and the farmer went his way 

 feeling elated that he now had something 

 to cure his asthma. 



The following night at about 12 o'clock 

 he arose from his bed and sought his new 

 purchase. He tried hard to apply the 

 contents of the package, but it was of no 

 avail. At his first opportunity he went 

 to the drug store and asked for direct- 

 ions. The clerk was equal to the occas- 

 ion. 



"Saw the wood," said he, "and use 

 the dust mixed with vinegar in equal 

 parts." 



Again the farmer went his way rejoic- 

 ing, and he hasn't been heard of since. 

 — From Market Report., abstracted by /. 

 Ktissy . 



