Word: heart
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Dates: during 1910-1919
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There are poets of passion who strike a bolder note, but there are few such highly seasoned passages. By far the greater part of the volume is given over to harmless tinklings. The section of war poems is interesting. Surely here, I thought, will be poems that show the heart and imagination of our colleges astir and aflame. But the poems selected are all of a neutral tinge and most of them of a pacifist taint; possibly they reflect the personal prejudices and predilections of Mr. Schnittkind. There is not one that breathes the spirit of hearty indignation, healthy hate...
...many an American college the undergraduate seems to have experienced a change of heart upon several matters. He has even discovered, much more generally than he had four years ago, a feeling of interest in questions of broad public moment. In subjects touching his personal future he has found certain issues of more vital concern than the mastery of the latest step in the fox-trot. It is easy to trace the sequence of cause and effect which has been at work here: The boys in our colleges have seen hundreds of their fellows go forth to an active share...
...that's our slogan now, and it should have been so for years back. It has taken the war to make us see things right. When I look back and think of the fine specimens of physical manhood who have gone across the seas to fight out battles my heart swells with pride, but when I think of those other men, the great majority, in fact, who were not such fine specimens I do not feel so glad...
...program follows in part: Organ Prelude, Pastoral Symphony, Handel Dr. A. T. Davison '06. Processional Hymn, "All My Heart This Night Rejoices," No. 111 Salutation. Invocation, closing with the Lord's Prayer. Responsive Reading, Selection 66 Carols by the Choir: "The First Noel." "God Rest You, Merry Gentlemen...
...commanders call them. In thirteen days we sighted France, going slowly up a tiny river into a small port, just as dusk settled. Some women were waving American flags on the porches, or rather the door-steps of their tiny white houses, and I felt thrills leaping from my heart to my head that I shall never forget. The spirit of France, her sacrifices and hardships, her maltreatment and loyal fight--a lot of boyish emotions made me stand up as straight as an arrow. And I noticed the sternness of the expressions on the faces of the officers about...