Bennett Medical College - Em Dee Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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WN 6 KIPLING. lf you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on youg If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you. And make allowance for their doubting, too: lf you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies: Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good or talk too wiseg If you can dream and not make dreams your master: If you can think and not make thoughts your aim: if you can meet with triumph and disaster, And treat those two imposters just the sameg If you can bear to hear the truths you've spoken, ' Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or see the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools If you can make one heap of all your winnings, And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss: lf you can force each heart and nerve and sinew To serve your purpose long after they are gone And then when there is nothing in you Except the will which says to them, Hold on! If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue: Or walk with kings nor lose the common touchg lt neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you: If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can Fill each unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run. The earth is yours, and everything that's in it, And, what is more, you'll be a man. my son. -KIPLING. 203

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AN EXAMPLE TO MAN. l've never known a dog to wag His tail in glee, he didn't feel Nor quit his old-time friend to tag At some more influential heel. The yellowest cur l ever knew Was, to the boy who loved him, true. l've never known a dog to show Half way devotion to his friend, To seek a kinder man to know, Or richer, but unto the end The humblest dog I ever knew Was, to the man who loved him, true. l've never known a dog to fake Affection for a present gain, Or false display of love to make, Some little favor to attain. l've never known a Jack or Spot That seemed to be what he was not. But l have known a dog to fight With all his strength to shield a friend And, whether wrong or whether right, To stick with him unto the end. And l have known a dog to lick The hand of him that men would kick. And l have known a dog to bear Starvation's pangs, from day to day, With him who had been glad to share His bread and meat along the way. No dog, however mean or rude ls guilty of ingratitude. The dog is listed with the dumb, No voice has he to speak his creed, His messages to human come By faithful conduct, and by deed. He shows, as seldom mortals do, A high ideal of being true. -D. j. FLANAN, 'l8. ll

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Fewer MIGHT HAVE BEEN. Here's to the days that might have been l'lere's to the life l might have ledug The fame l might have gathered in- The glory ways l might have sped. Great Umight have been, l drink to you, Upon a throne where thousands hail- And then-there looms another view- l also 'imight have been in jail. O land of might have been. we turn , With aching heart to where you wait: Where crimson fires of glory burn, And laurel crowns the guarding gate. We may not see across your fields The sightless skulls that knew their woe- The broken spears-the shattered shields- That might have beeni' as truly so. Of all sad words of tongue or pen, So wails the poet, in his pain. The saddest are, lt might have been, And world-wide runs the dull refrain, The saddest? Yes-but in the jar This thought brings to me with its curse, l sometimes think the gladdest are, It might have been a blamed sight worse 304