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Show sfc^£J1Iftdepartments^Dean GibsonIs this Dean Gibson that I see before meWith a crack in his skull, so real?No! surely not! my eyes deceive.It must be Professor Beal.But I look again, and sure enoughIt's Dean Gibson that I see;For in Arts and Science, and a crack in the skullNone other could it be.DEAN GIBSON• %_"'-iâ- ficT)ean ^ealOn the left is Dean Beal, born in 1876, in the big city of Moab, without faculty of thought: early childhood spent in effort to determine the sum of two by two; (without notes) no education whatsoever; at public exhibition it was demonstrated that his cerebrum and cerebellum when placed end to end formed a perfect blank.DEAN BEAL'Dean ^ennionOnce upon a time, children, there was a tortoise, This tortoise was a goin' to have a race. You know children, the tortoise is a very slow animal and racing is what it ain't created for. But any how it raced, and the race was with a hare. The hare, being the fastest of animals, got away ahead in the race so it thought it would sleep awhile, so it did. While it was sleeping by the wayside the plodding tortoise creeped slowly by and won the race, and children, it was rewarded by being given a position as Dean of the school of education to teach plodding tortoises to keep a plodding.DEAN BENNIONif^^m^^^m^^^^^^^am^^^f<.^ :<^?m)&m&ssj&!&&Bm%Three hundred forty nineijn^njf^ |