THE JOURNAL OF PHARMACOLOGY. 



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Firm on his seat old " Langheinz " sits, 

 His face with laughs aglowing, 

 And squints and squims and tries to show 

 He knows all that's worth knowing. 



While "Jorge," "Morse" and "Deck," 

 Side by side are seated, 

 All knowledge, wit and passing quibs 

 With silence cute are greeted. 



" Reynolds " from Dewey land, 

 With face heavenward lifted, 

 Shows to all who knows him well 

 To be like "Foster " gilted. 



And "Good Ale" from old Dover town 

 Down near the front is seated, 

 Intently on the bell is bent 

 Its sound with joy is greeted. 



While " Dahlberg "— " Martin " near him 



sits. 

 With locks so brightly glowing 

 With sense and earnestness entent 

 The seeds of knowledge sowing. 



Again pass on to the quiz room 

 Where all is still and quiet. 

 Where each and every one of us 

 In turn receives his diet. 



How ready is fair " Charlie Lotz " 

 To answer questions knowing, 

 While over in the corner seat 

 " Endress " sits a crowing. 



Dear " Winne " with his face serene 

 And " Regen " sweetly smiling ; 

 Oft with the midnight oil 

 In study profound pursuing. 



" Colcord " with his eyes of four 



Is always ever ready, 



And "Groves "with his quick response 



Shows the aptness to his study. 



" Kaehrle " with his sportiveness 



His miud not bent to learning, 



But rather through his logger-head 



The football is a roaming. 



" McClearu," from the Pine Tree State, 



His countenance ever glowing. 



With action, eye and smiles, 



Winks wickedly and knowing. 



" Lukin " with his wooden ear. 



In his mouth the marble rolling. 



Tries, with expostulation and fear, 



To jumble up his English. 



"Green "and "Wilson" from Scranton 



town. 

 The land beyond the Jerseys, 

 Sit side by side, a motley pair 

 On beer and crackers musing. 



And noisy "Pfaffe" and "Wilmer Hill " 

 From Breezy Coney Island ; 

 Break forth into aesthetics, 

 When the hour bell releases. 



And in the labs, with might and main, 

 Each one his toil progresses ; 

 And to the "Profs " with simple grace, 

 His ignorance confesses. 



"jHelmecke " from beyond the Bronx, 



And " Frey " from Orange Valley, 



Vie with " Hepburn " and " Snouder " 



The unknown to analyze. 



While in the rear with sweet repose. 



Times Seconds gently sifting. 



Sits " Britton " on life's swelling wave, 



So calmly, calmly drifting. 



Alas and still a-lack-a-day. 



All these scenes are dimming. 



And I from deep repose awake. 



To find that I've been dreaming. 



RoBT. B. Livingston, 



Of Class of I goo. 



'01 Xotes. 



I called to see some of the boys not long since. They all seem to enjoy themselves 

 this warm weather. 

 J. H. De Georgi is at Long Branch. He is at present very busy entertaining a friend 



from Utica. 



Fred Derscheidt and Billy Hlibner are " wilting their collars " at the College getting 



the apparatus ready for the coming course. 



