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How the night ai r brings memory back, The same dark towers against the sky, An organ note, a college cry, The same faint rustle of the breeze, The same discussions you and I Made seriot1s under these same trees When you were Dick and I was Jack. The days when all the world was young, The world was wrong , we'd put it rightIn oratory, over night. Life was a football game and we Could tell a glorious victory. Dick, ca n you sing the songs then sung? Wisdom of youth in days bygone, Sweet youth which sings in every heart And builds on hope with artless art, Live, live! we know the world laughs back, No matter how we play our part, Laughs at the dreams of Dick and Jack, Laughs at the deeds of Richard-} ohn . -RuEL CROMPTON TuTTLE . l.O R