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SELECTION SONG

The Mail

To the Editors of the CRIMSON:

If you by habit read the news

To interest, elevate, amuse,

Or keep informed and crystal-clear

On every crisis, far and near,

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Perhaps you might have noticed it

When Stalin died, and Conant quit.

One went to meet the Supreme Power,

The other, Conrad Adenauer,

And dropped into our mental lapse

A pair of dandy Power-Gaps.

You may recall the wide surmise

That, though hard feelings might arise,

No fight twixt Bundy, Wild and Mason

Would equal that the Kremlin's facin

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