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THE ALUMNI JOURNAL. 



doubtedly do well to take example from the 

 Junior Class of '97, which we are glad to hear, 

 is the most united class that ever entered the 

 N. Y. C. P. 



Through the kindness of Dr. Gallant, of 

 West 36th St., the course on " First Aid to the 

 Injured" has been introduced and is being pur- 

 sued by many of our members. Those of the 

 Class of '96 wishing to join the society can ob- 

 tain particulars of Secretary Butterworth. 



On Thursday, November 21st, we had the 

 pleasure of accepting the kind invitation of Drs. 

 E. R. Squibb & Sons, of Brooklyn, and visited 

 their laboratories. It has been an annual 

 custom for the Senior Class to make this ex- 

 cursion and was, without doubt, to the '96 boys 

 extremely interesting and much appreciated. 



The lecture on " The Poisonous Plants of the 

 Vicinity," given by Prof. H. H. Rusby and il- 

 lustrated by colored stereopticon views, was 

 very largely attended both by strangers and 

 students of the College. About 75 of the '96 

 Class were present and after a few repetitions of 

 the "war cry" were introduced to the audience 

 by the Professor as being "only students of the 

 Senior Class of the College." Undoubtedly the 

 introduction was a soothsaying to some of the 

 nervous members of the audience, whose ears 

 were not accustomed to the cry of a College 

 class. 



A FEW INCOMPATIBLES. 



Prof. — "What effect has a deodorizer on un- 

 pleasant odors ? " 



Student— "It bleaches them." 



Prof. — "What do you do with the chloro- 

 form extract in the estimation of alkaloids?" 



Student — "Evaporate by 'stontaneous com- 

 bustion.' " 



Rusby — "How would you administer mustard 

 as an emetic ? " 



Student — "One desert spoon full of the oil 

 in a pint of water, dose to be repeated not more 

 than twice." 



Rusby — "Would you attend the funeral or 

 stay at home ? " 



Prof. — "Well, Mr. Terry, can you tell me 

 the medicinal properties of Anise Oil ?" 



Mr. T.— "No, Sir." 



Prof. — "Sorry, Mr. Terry, but you will un- 

 doubtedly learn when you become a father." 



One of our Long Island students has really 



learned from practical experience that the 



amount of Ferric Iron is much greater in Tr. 



Ferric Chloride than in his solution of Precip- 



tated Sulphur. 



Prof. Diekman enlightens Section two of 

 the fact that "if the official shape of Phosphorus 

 pills had been uare the average standing 

 would have been nearly perfect." 



FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS. 



"Mr. Regal, you was once a baby, but you 

 are no more." — La Rusby. 



"It's our duty and we shall see that the Col- 

 lege rules are enforced." — Elliott. 



"I'll see you next year." — Schuyler. 



"The Committee is in favor of N. Y. C. P. 

 and I should think that ought to bear pretty 

 heavy for our s e. — Finley. 



C. Wetmore Smith, Rep. 



'97s' FIRST RACKET, OR ODE TO '97. 



'twas in the year of '95, 



When down Broadway the class^did^hie, 

 Koster and Bial's their destination. 



Bent on a night ot dissipation. 



November 6th, election day, 



Everything went the Republican way, 

 It mattered not to the boys at all, 



And down the street came that awful brawl. 



Roller, Roller, Roller Ree ! 



What's the matter witn pharmacy? 

 Roller. Roller, Roller, Ree ! 



Chemistry and Botany ! 

 All good pharmacists go to'Heaven, 



So will the class of '97. 

 N. Y. C. P. 

 Roller, Roller, Roller, Ree ! 



They yelled and shouted until hoarse, 

 And the manager he did kick, ol course, 



But they didn't care a bit, 



And with their yell, they made a big hit. 



Star in the firmanent of the class, 

 The boys were'nt in it, alack and alas. 



Schuyler went with them and "cut lots of ice," 

 Flick more than repaid the boys for the price. 



Alas, 'tis over, the deed is done, 

 The boys broke up a little past one, 



The writer is glad he can relate, 

 That each one was able to walk very straight. 



Some went one way, some another, 



Perhaps, some had to explain to their mother. 

 Of course, they told of the evening's joys. 



And what a nice crowd were the C. P. boys. 



Long may the class live, 



And triumph through strife, 

 And at last may each fellow, 



Find himself a good wile. 



One Who Didn't Go. 



