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Communication

A Bit of Crimson.

(The Crimson invites all men in the University to submit signed communications of timely interest. It assumes no responsibility, however, for sentiments expressed under this head and reserves the right to exclude any whose publication would be palpably inappropriate.)

'Tis only a bit of the Crimson hue,

But the sight brings back to me

The mem'ry of years which my boyhood knew,

The years which we stood 'neath that Crimson hue,

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And fought for the victory.

And I hear the roar of the ringing cheer

Which rolls from the crowded stands

Of the great white seats which rise tier on tier,

While above the uproar rings loud and clear

The quarterback's sharp commands.

And I see the men with whom side by side

I fought for that Crimson hue,

When we planned and struggled to stem the tide,

When we trained and schemed and had gladly died

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