CONTRIBUTORS' COLUMN

EDITOR OF DARTMOUTH BI-MONTHLY:

I attended the annual meeting of the Dartmouth alumni in New York City last month (December), and among the old graduates I wondered if they remembered the old songs we used to sing way back in the '70s.

The songs the College boys sing now are new to me, and as I listened to them it seemed to me as if I had entered a new world. The flowers have bloomed and faded, 10, these many yea rs over the graves of many of the men who joined in the joyous refrain of old Dartmouth's song:

"Let every young sophomore Fill up his glass, And drink to the health Of his favorite lass."

How the blood, though chilled by age, stirs again when we hear,

"Come, Landlord, fill your flowing bowl," "Fair Harvard," "Here'S to good, old Yale, Drink it down."

and bow many remember that old song :

"I love a .sixpence, a jolly, jolly sixpence, I love a sixpence as I love my life."

How many remember the song sung by the boys of '71 as they gathered round the "old pine:"

"We are sad, dear old pine, as we leave thee—"

How many of the old "Medics" of '70, '71, and '72 will remember the song they used to sing:

"Ah me, Anatomy, what will my mother say to me, When I come home with no degree?"

There were variations to this song, sometimes the words were:

"Ah me, Magno Ventre, etc., or again—

"Ah, that my child was born And dandling on his father's knee, Then I should happy be."

If by chance any reader of this letter should come across a copy of " Carmina Collegensia" in some second-hand bookstore he will find all of the old college songs of the different colleges.

I wish at our reunions some of the old graduates, whose heads are covered with the flowers of old age, would make the old hall ring with the old songs they used to sing thirty-five or forty years ago.

"There are no songs like the old songs, Tender and true. "

Let us be boys again just for tonight and sing the songs of "old Dartmouth" as we used to know them in the 70's.

New Brunswick, N. J., "Medic" '71.