Eastern Michigan University - Aurora Yearbook (Ypsilanti, MI)

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The Fool But it isn't playing the gamef' he said, And he slammed his books away. The Latin and Greek I've got in my head Will do for a duller dayf, Rubbish, I cried, The bugle's call Isn't for lads from school. D'ye think he'd listen? Oh, not at all, So I called him a fool, a fool. it A4 Now there's his dog by his empty bed, And the flute he used to play, And his favorite bat .... but Dick he's dead, Somewhere in France, they say: Dick with his rapture of song and sun, Dick of the yellow hair, Dickie whose life had just begun, Carrion-cold out there. Look at his prizes all in a rowg Surely a hint of fame. Now he's hnished with. nothing to show, Doesn't it seem a shame? Look from the window! All you see VVas to be his one day, Forest and furrow, lawn and lea. And he goes and chucks it away. Chucks it away to die in the darkg Somebody saw him fall, Part of him mud, part of him blood, The rest of him not at all. And I'll bet he was never afraid, And he went as the best of 'em go, For his hand was clenched on his broken blade, And his face was turned to the foe. And I called him a fool-Oh, how blind was I, And the cup of my grief's abrim. VVill glory and honor ever die So long as we've lads like him? So long as we've fond and fearless fools. VVho, spurning fortune and fame, Turn out with the rallying cry of their schools .lust bent on playing the game? A fool? Ah no! He was more than wise: His was the grander part. He died with the glory of faith in his eyes. And the glory of love in his heart. And though there's never a grave to tell. Nor a cross to mark his fall, Thank God! we know he batted well In the last great game of all. ROBERT XV. SERVICE 6