A Memorial Tribute
Heroes of machine-gun, scout patrol, and gas bomb. Heroes
of torpedo-boat, trench, tanks, deHavilands. Heroes of
the horrors. Heroines of the healing art. Heroines of
the Red Cross. Heroines of the refugees. Heroines
of the canteen, ambulance, and signal corps. Heroines from
the front.
And there are those in shining armor: Marshall, stu-
dent of science, first Rice Master of Arts; Cain, Bachelor
of Arts, seeking a scholar’s career; and their comrades of
our burning cross, who, before winning academic spurs,
rushed in and won their stars of gold: Aycock, pioneer
student soldier of the Training Corps; and Coates, sharp-
shooting gunner in the Argonne; and Hines, striving to
go overseas only to be lost at sea; and Patterson, swift
to his duty, faithful to trust; and Stell, sure of foot and
fleet of spirit, gone west in the sky; and Lillard, lithe,
alert, agile of mind; and Killough, courtly knight of
friendly mien and fearless courage; and Manaker, genial,
joy of his fellows, flown home from the clouds; and Rey-
nolds, loyal, self-reliant son of the plains; and McGuire,
mirthful and earnest, cheerfully serving his turn; and
Rudd, star on the field, fallen in flight as falling star flashes;
and Wood, wide-awake, sunny, steadily gaining his way;
and South, singing the songs of the sea, and of them that go
down to the sea in ships; and Haltom, light-hearted, hand-
some, and hale, passed on on the wing as the eagle passes.
And may we, too, carry on,
Because there is but one truth ;
Because there is but one banner ;
Because there is but one light;
Because we have with us our youth
Once, and one chance and one manner
Of service, and then the night.