Letters

Dartmouth College (Reunion Song)

Dartmouth College! Dartmouth College! You are calling to your sons From your hills and from your river that forever seaward runs,— From your campus with its elm-tree-shaded paths to Dartmouth Hall, And your rounded, gray, stone tower where your lone pine once stood tall.

Daniel Webster's words are ringing yet to rally Dartmouth men; Richard Hovey's stirring singing drifts from Hanover again; And across the distant decades Eleazar Whee- lock still Summons all who've trod the trail he blazed for Dartmouth up the hill.

Though your Ledvard covered bridge is gone, John Ledyard's spirit lives, And to Dartmouth's sturdy voyagers a rover's blessing gives; And although they've travelled round the world, they hearken to your call,Heading north in June for Dartmouth as they used to do each fall.

"Dartmouth College! We are coming," is the answer of your sons,— "To your hills and to your river that forever seaward runs, To your campus with its elm-tree-shaded paths to Dartmouth Hall, And your rounded, gray, stone tower where your lone pine once stood tall."

2 June 1941.

Upon Reading a Poem

Now as I read doth my amazement grow, A poem, by George P. Laton, medico! But short years gone he pushed no facile pen Thus to astonish those who knew him then. Obstetrics as a special line he chose And Poetry now? Why God, He only knows! Has budding infancy come to displease That, for a song, he yield the well-earned fees? Four times such fees I cheerfully have paid, Well know the cost of that obstetric aid, And can advise he swap his pen for forceps If, as and when, the patient's at his doorsteps. Oh Tubby listen—make your prayer to Hymen. Sincerely yours in Crosby—Arthur Wyman.

Boston.