THE NEW YORK JOURNAL OF PHARMACY 



23 



IN THE SPRING. 



The curfew tolls the knell of parting 

 youth, 

 The quaking herd files slowly throu' 

 the room. 

 The "zamination starts — the students, 

 forsooth, 

 Are soon engaged in struggling 'gainst 

 their doom. 

 Now fades all trace of smile from strug- 

 gling face, 

 And all the air a solemn stillness holds 

 Save where the angry 'fessor with scant 

 grace, 

 The luckless aim of artful cribber's 

 scolds. 

 With anxious thoughts the pencil cjuick 

 they wield, 

 With groan and sigh the stillness they 

 relieve, 

 How doth the paper to their onslaught 

 yield ! 

 How — o'er their task thev sorrowfully 

 grieve ! 

 Out of the room at length the students 

 file, 

 O'ercome by stern examination';^ 

 power, 

 Can stoned urn or monumental pile 



Recall the suffering of that direful 

 hour ? 

 Let not ambition mock their useful toil — 

 Their minds bewildered and their suf- 

 • f erings sad, 

 Xor teacher read with a disdainful 

 Smile, 

 The SHORT and muddled writings of 

 the lad. 



SHAKESPEARE MODERNIZED. 



Who steals my ]:»urse steals cash. 



But he who robs me of my good name — 



Well, there's the wife's! 



- — Coliiiiihia Jester. 



PERSONALS . 



Mr. L. Williams has been chosen 

 valedictorian of the Class of 1914. 



Brotherton '14 has been carrying a 

 string of Job's tears with him lately. 

 Must be cutting his wisdom teeth. 



D. K. Gritz '14 gets "hitched up" on 

 July 25th. Good-bye, Boys. 



J. W. Brown '14 is to manage C. W. 

 Dare's store in Port Jeflfeuson. L. L, this 

 summer. 



F. A. Frawley '14 will manage the 

 drug store of Bangor, Me. Says it will 

 require a silk hat, a gold-headed cane 

 and a Prince Albert to "hold the job 

 down." 



McBride '16 is an expert in catching 

 cray-fish — picture "Mac" chasing up a 

 crav-fish. 



HER TERRIBLE MISTKAKE. 



"What caused the coolness between 

 you and that young doctor? I thought 

 you were engaged." 



"His writing is rather illegible. He 

 sent me a note for one thousand kisses." 



"Well?" 



"I thought it was a prescription and 



took it to be filled." 



A. Z., '14. 



An undertaker's shop on Broadway, 

 near 68th Street, displays this sign on a 

 side door. 



"Senior Undertaker Upstairs." 

 May be of some use after May 6th. 



W. K., '14. 



Consolation for Non-Frat men : The 

 fact that a man is a pin-cushion is no 

 cause for him to get stuck u]). — Sj^ec. 



