. Pot Pourri. 138 19 18 POT 1 O F R R I. Jack Morris Wright, 17Killed in France, January 24, 1918 J A C KBy Harrison Dowd, 17/ cannot say ycur brave eyes do not seeThis beauty that you loved. How can I spring conies, and from every full-veined treePeep gold-eyed buds along the spring-drenched wayThat I go to the woods alone? For you,I cannot help but think, walk with me free hand brushes mine, your gay lips, too,Sing for the glory of the mad young say that you are dead. Oh, but I knowThat only your body from this world is are as real to me as winds that blo


. Pot Pourri. 138 19 18 POT 1 O F R R I. Jack Morris Wright, 17Killed in France, January 24, 1918 J A C KBy Harrison Dowd, 17/ cannot say ycur brave eyes do not seeThis beauty that you loved. How can I spring conies, and from every full-veined treePeep gold-eyed buds along the spring-drenched wayThat I go to the woods alone? For you,I cannot help but think, walk with me free hand brushes mine, your gay lips, too,Sing for the glory of the mad young say that you are dead. Oh, but I knowThat only your body from this world is are as real to me as winds that blowAcross my face. You are as clear as dawn!How can I, then, force my slow lips to sayThat your eyes cannot see the spring to-day? 139 A Men iflootbaU Paul J. AbbottFrancis F. AdamsDaniel D. AveryClayton E. Bailey, BakerJohn K. FairbairnG. B. GibsonGeorge D. BradenLowell MacDonaldG. W. Magee W. L. MorganS. P. MooreheadL. G. Neville, 0. RobinsonRobert N. RandolphGeorge R. ScammonWalter D. ScottGeorge P. TemplePhilip E.


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