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ADVOCATE'S CLASS DAY NUMBER MAKES "STRONG FINISH"

The June Advocate and the Class-Day Advocate, fresh from the press, make a very strong finish to a hard year's work on the part of the editors. There is much good grain among the chaff. The Class-Day number contains the Class Poem by James Gore King Jr.--remarkable above all for its sincerity. One stanza every man in 1920 who hears it and every man in every other class who reads it will not forget:

"For they gave all they had for liberty,

Which they had learned richly to value here;

In faith they gave it, and humanity,

And left us guardians of what they held dear.

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Must now the torch die out where last they dropped it,

Where bullets stopped it,

Or shall we bear it on, still burning clear?"

There are particularly good things, too, in the political supplement of the June number, and there are other poems and sketches that make good reading but where the bulk of undergraduate writing has not failed to reflect the difficulties of this period of suspense, Mr. King's poem takes a solid place in our hearts by touching on this very topic.

The Class Ode, by Paul Rice Doolin, is a good chore well done, and there is no particular fault to be found with Mr. King's "Comradeship," in the June number. The Lloyd McKim Garrison Prize Poem, by A. Morley Dobson, shows much skill in the difficult sestina, but far too little depth of judgement. In more senses than one, it is simple to uphold one side of the Flume controversy, and only to rhapsodize, not judge, or analyze the question. The normal reaction from this sort of thing has been expressed by an undergraduate some months ago, in the Harvard Magazine:

"Why, gentlemen who choose these subpects, why--

You by whom our "Veritas" is held

Aloft that all Lie's legions may be quelled,

Your "in hoc signo"--why, then, make us lie?"

But it is not so bad to have written this rather attractive sestina "just for a handful of silver" by way of prize, as to have let bad grammar and worse sentiment appear as the product of one's muse. Among the smaller poems in the June number appear such lines as these:

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