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Voici les hommes! the big three of Western medicine. Dr. Mance still maintains his "silver tongue" and is quite ready to take the floor.
Florida, and the beautiful city of Jacksonville, swings into view. Ecce homo! Dr. Wallace Andrews faces me. This scion of the noble South is more interested in banking, gold reserves, and the shrine of Venus, than in the practice of his noble art. Reared in luxury, and in the midst of wealth, he has added to his personal fortune by geometric progression. Over him medicine exercises no magnetic include. His only medical interest is that of physician to influental fraternal organizations, and to large insurance companies.
Yet, the ball revolves, and still my gaze is fixed like one enchanted. Charleston, West Virginia, presents itself. Here is the figure of Dr. William Morris, chief of staff of the new hospital in this liberal city. Allied with Dr. Morris are Dr. Charles Cephas, noted diagnostician, and Dr. Floyd Green. These three men form the medical triumvirate of the whole state, and all things medical and surgical must first pass through their skilled hands. The city vanishes, lost to my sight.
Now an open space with green pastures passes before me, and cattle sauntering leisurely, some skulking lazily on the grass as if the earth is theirs, comes into sight. Then an ocean with roaring billows and storm-tossed ships Alas! land! but how different is the scenery. I can see the tropics with all its glory. I see Port of Spain, Trinidad, the land of "Sunshine" and "Humming Bird" fame. Here is Dr. Cyril Olliviere, the chief medical officer of the port. The doctor has added to his degree the title of D.P.H. (Cantab).
Another sea, and behold British Guiana, which presents Dr. S. O'Brien Payne, obstetrician and gynecologist at the pubic hospital, Georgetown. He has built up a lucrative private practice and lives luxuriously. Now a bill-board warning the populace of an impending epidemic. My eyes follow the words to the last line, and behold the signature: "A.B. Charles, B.Sc. M.D. (Howard), I.R.C.P., M.R.C.S. (London), D.T.M. (Liverpool), D.P.H. (Cantab), F.R.C.S. (England), Surgeon General." I need say no more of our brilliant and most capable contemporary. The titles suffice.
Still the crystal ball revolves. I see a tower on a hill, and recognize our Alma Mater. I see beautiful co-eds with their golden lutes playing that favorite song, "O Howard!" The music kisses the granite walls of this famous Delphian temple. A goddess with bowed head leads me to the outer door. I turn in my easy chair, I struggle to open my eyes, and at last succeed. The shades of eve have fallen, the daylight wanes, birds are calling to their mates, twinkling stars peep through their cloudy curtain; the heavens are still, and like a giant, keep guard over our little earth. All is majestic. Then, and only then, I realize that I have been dreaming - but it is the most remarkable dream I have ever experienced. "Sic volvere Parcas."
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Athletics
ATHLETICS form the back bone of a school's spirit. Lack of them would decrease the student's interest, for school would seem but mere drudgery. Athletics look out for the physical well being of the pupil and prepare his body for the strenuous exertions which are sometimes, quiet often in fact, required of the mind. Good fellowship and unity are two of the chief benefits derived from athletics. As a well known devine has said of football, "It strengthens the will, increases endurance and enables the player to have greater self-control, to develop resourcefulness, courage and the ability to think quickly."
Have you these desirable qualities? If you would wish to acquire them why not let athletics form a part o your curriculum? This was the type of gauntlet hurled down to the class of '29 on the verge of their momentous conflict with the class of '28. The task of the class of '29 was to be no easy one, for they were to encounter one of the most formidable groups of colored football players ever assembled upon a gridiron in America. The class of '28 boasted of the great Charles (Pruner) West, twice national pentathlon winner, Olympic team member, and brightest star on the Washington and Jefferson football team, the most brilliant in the country for three years. Charles (Whitleather) Dougherty, the greatest back ever turn out at Howard, and Joseph (Fao) Carter, ex-Brown University star were stars to be reckoned with. Then again, the sophomore aggregation had Joe Dodson, another former brilliant Howard back; Long Bob Jason, a great star at Lincoln University; Jefferson of Ohio; Allen, of the University of Southern California;p and last, but not east, Donald Harper, of the University of Bahamas, a terror on the end.
No sophomore array could be too formidable for our freshman outfit and we had a great response from former native and distant college stars. First and foremost was Charles Kelley, All-American quarterback of Morehouse fame, and closely lining himself up behind Kelley was Edgar Allen (Poor) Long, famous ex-Howard captain and end. The tackles were Oliverre, an associate of Harpers of the class of '28, ex-captain Stokes, who rendered valiant service, although a dental student, an Shag (Demon) Hogans, a terror on Lincoln championship teams for three years, where his pugnacious play made him a supreme linesman.
The guards for the class of '29 were, "Sugar Foot" Price, of the University of Michigan, a man who not even numbers can stop, and George Martin, the most sober linesman on either team (at least he was a former member of championship Lincoln team, the toughness of the turf, brief as had been his medical school days evidently had softened him
