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Thursday, July 17, 1919 THE DAILY IOWAN STATE UNIVERSITY OF IOWA PAGE THREE

[picture]
The Dental Infirmary 

ABOUT THE CAMPUS
COLLEGE OF DENTISTRY
   You don't know a thing about technical dentistry. In fact, if anyone said "bicuspid" to you (or is it ["cuspidor?"] you'd think he was swearing,  and look blank and helpless. But any way, you've resolved to see things in a dental way, and with this in mind you put on a bold front (that's what you always put on when you go to a dentist) and enter the dentistry building. You go upstairs and there you see, not one, but a million or two dentist chairs. (If you're unpoetic, and being accurate, count 'em - there are a hundred and thirty-two) You are glad you're not a victim of D.T., or you'd surely think you were seeing things worse than double. If you are one of these squeemish individuals who "nearly faints" every time he sees a dentist chair, you'll throw a regular hydrophobic tantrum when you see all these. 
   Flitting hither and yon among the chairs you see, also, great quantities of brisk, bustling, yellow-jacketed young doctors-in-the-sweet-by-and-by, 
   You note also that the room is built for efficiency, and well lighted by a long row of lofty windows. But you do not pause longer here. Your particular field for investigation lies further on. 
   You mount another flight of steps. "Zip-bing, biff, whoopee-wow." (No-no, that isn't a football yell). 
   What is that large spectacular object- white as the tomb of Napoleon, jagged as an iceberg, hard as adamantine, glittering like new-fallen snow? Why! 'tis-'tis-'TIS- a tooth! You are in the extraction room. 
   Here you see a cycle of little dramas entitled "Banishing Pain." Here is nearness, coolness, efficiency, Here the patient comes in looking meek and bovine. Why does an individual of ordinary sound moral stamina and reasonable quantities of back-bone seem to kind of melt and slink into himself and take on that harrassed look when about to confront a dentist? He is settled in a chair, tucked in with two towels and a napkin, novocained with neatness and dispatch, and dismissed while his nerve dies. (Does it die? The last ragged remnants of the quickly pass away.) After ten minutes he returns, like a lamb to the slaughter, and is disunited from his tooth. 
   Here comes a stout lady, panting, but stoical. She's got to have em all out. 
   Here is a young fellow of n ine, who isn't a-scared-no-siree! He just clutches his cap a little tighter, that's all. He's gonna get his tooth for a trophy afterward. 
   Here comes a skittish and youthful young person. She arranges her neat ginghamed person in the chair, correctly elevates her neat kid oxfords, effectively places her neat puffed locks, and asks the doctor if it will hurt. 
   This fellow with the pained look in his eyes (is the pain elsewhere?- one guess) opens his mouth long before time, and patiently holds the pose till dispossessed of the offending molar. 
   The learned philosopher of all times have coddled their brains over the Problem of Evil, and discoursed intelligently of Nature red in tooth and claw. Up in the dental clinic they don't waste any time palavering over "Why is a tooth-ache?" They just get busy with a miniature pickaxe and sledge hammer and eliminate the pain. Many people appreciate this more than the philosophers' philosophy and after all, it isn't so bad - honest it isn't - after it's over!

[picture] 
Reception Hall to Infirmary

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WOLF! WOLF!
   Some people think we are crying "Wolf! Wolf!" about the coal situation. It isn't so. We're just plain scared; that's all. Read this:
   A coal shortage far more severe than those of war time years is in prospect this fall and winter, Iverson C. Wells, editor of the Black Diamond, a coal trade publication, warned yesterday. 
   The needs of Europe will absorb all the surplus of the eastern mines, he said. The middle west will be forced to rely on its own production, which is already minimized by the shortage of labor and which will be further curtailed if the miners win their demands of a six hour day and a five day week. 
   Prices this fall will be "out of sight," he stated. The coal trade is conducting a campaign to induce home owners to purchase now for the cold months, stating that an increase in retail prices is certain to come within a month. 
Give us your coal order now while we can supply you. Pay in cash or a bankable note, as you prefer. But do it now. 
YOU'RE SURE WHEN YOU BUY OF DUNLAP BY THE DAM PHONE 10

   A picture of Norma Jones Steelsmith, former University student and bride of last month, was carried by the Des Moines Sunday Register this week. The wedding took place at the bride's home in Marengo on June 29. Dr. Frank Steelsmith is a prominent physician and surgeon in Des Moines. He is a brother of Dr. D.C. Steelsmith of the University. 

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              HENRY LOUIS
    The Rexall & Kodak Store

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Thursday, July 17, 1919 THE DAILY IOWAN STATE UNIVERSITY OF IOWA PAGE THREE [picture] The Dental Infirmary ABOUT THE CAMPUS COLLEGE OF DENTISTRY You don't know a thing about technical dentistry. In fact, if anyone said "bicuspid" to you (or is it ["cuspidor?"] you'd think he was swearing, and look blank and helpless. But any way, you've resolved to see things in a dental way, and with this in mind you put on a bold front (that's what you always put on when you go to a dentist) and enter the dentistry building. You go upstairs and there you see, not one, but a million or two dentist chairs. (If you're unpoetic, and being accurate, count 'em - there are a hundred and thirty-two) You are glad you're not a victim of D.T., or you'd surely think you were seeing things worse than double. If you are one of these squeemish individuals who "nearly faints" every time he sees a dentist chair, you'll throw a regular hydrophobic tantrum when you see all these. Flitting hither and yon among the chairs you see, also, great quantities of brisk, bustling, yellow-jacketed young doctors-in-the-sweet-by-and-by, You note also that the room is built for efficiency, and well lighted by a long row of lofty windows. But you do not pause longer here. Your particular field for investigation lies further on. You mount another flight of steps. "Zip-bing, biff, whoopee-wow." (No-no, that isn't a football yell). What is that large spectacular object- white as the tomb of Napoleon, jagged as an iceberg, hard as adamantine, glittering like new-fallen snow? Why! 'tis-'tis-'TIS- a tooth! You are in the extraction room. Here you see a cycle of little dramas entitled "Banishing Pain." Here is nearness, coolness, efficiency, Here the patient comes in looking meek and bovine. Why does an individual of ordinary sound moral stamina and reasonable quantities of back-bone seem to kind of melt and slink into himself and take on that harrassed look when about to confront a dentist? He is settled in a chair, tucked in with two towels and a napkin, novocained with neatness and dispatch, and dismissed while his nerve dies. (Does it die? The last ragged remnants of the quickly pass away.) After ten minutes he returns, like a lamb to the slaughter, and is disunited from his tooth. Here comes a stout lady, panting, but stoical. She's got to have em all out. Here is a young fellow of n ine, who isn't a-scared-no-siree! He just clutches his cap a little tighter, that's all. He's gonna get his tooth for a trophy afterward. Here comes a skittish and youthful young person. She arranges her neat ginghamed person in the chair, correctly elevates her neat kid oxfords, effectively places her neat puffed locks, and asks the doctor if it will hurt. This fellow with the pained look in his eyes (is the pain elsewhere?- one guess) opens his mouth long before time, and patiently holds the pose till dispossessed of the offending molar. The learned philosopher of all times have coddled their brains over the Problem of Evil, and discoursed intelligently of Nature red in tooth and claw. Up in the dental clinic they don't waste any time palavering over "Why is a tooth-ache?" They just get busy with a miniature pickaxe and sledge hammer and eliminate the pain. Many people appreciate this more than the philosophers' philosophy and after all, it isn't so bad - honest it isn't - after it's over! [picture] Reception Hall to Infirmary [advertisement] WOLF! WOLF! Some people think we are crying "Wolf! Wolf!" about the coal situation. It isn't so. We're just plain scared; that's all. Read this: A coal shortage far more severe than those of war time years is in prospect this fall and winter, Iverson C. Wells, editor of the Black Diamond, a coal trade publication, warned yesterday. The needs of Europe will absorb all the surplus of the eastern mines, he said. The middle west will be forced to rely on its own production, which is already minimized by the shortage of labor and which will be further curtailed if the miners win their demands of a six hour day and a five day week. Prices this fall will be "out of sight," he stated. The coal trade is conducting a campaign to induce home owners to purchase now for the cold months, stating that an increase in retail prices is certain to come within a month. Give us your coal order now while we can supply you. Pay in cash or a bankable note, as you prefer. But do it now. YOU'RE SURE WHEN YOU BUY OF DUNLAP BY THE DAM PHONE 10 A picture of Norma Jones Steelsmith, former University student and bride of last month, was carried by the Des Moines Sunday Register this week. The wedding took place at the bride's home in Marengo on June 29. Dr. Frank Steelsmith is a prominent physician and surgeon in Des Moines. He is a brother of Dr. D.C. Steelsmith of the University. [advertisement] TRY THE Bon=Ton Cafe For a Good Square Meal Tables For Ladies Newly Furnished Throughout [advertisement] Vest Pocket Kodaks As small as your note book and tells the story better, the fish that got away, the good looking sunset, the first dive - all make interesting subjects for your Kodak. We now have the following Vest Pocket Kodaks in stock: Vest Pocket - Regular Model ...........................................$8.00 Vest Pocket Kodak - With R.R. Lens.................................$9.60 Vest Pocket Kodak special (anastigmat lens).....$14.40 Mail us your films and we will promptly finish and return them. 124 East College Street HENRY LOUIS The Rexall & Kodak Store [advertisement] Dancing from 8:45 to 11:45 VARSITY DANCE Company A Armory Varsity Orchestra SATURDAY EVE., JULY 19