FROM ALUMNUS FOOTBALL

For when the One Great Scorer comes

To write against your name,

He writes not that you won or lost

But how you played the game.

NO ENEMIES

You have no enemies, you say ?

Alas ! who my friend, the boast is poor

He who has mingled in the fray

Of duty, that the brave endure,

Must have made foes ! If you have none;

Small is the work that you have done;

You've hit no traitor on the hip;

You've dashed no cup from prejured lip;

You've never turned the wrong to right

You been a coward in the fight !