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By B O B B Y R E I D , Alpha Sigma

I would play out my sorrow on a lyre .
If I could play . . .
I would dance under the white moon
If my feet were not laden with pain . .
The grief that plucks at my soul
Is like unseen fingers, and unheard.
I would cry out my grief at losing you
If I could only cry, but something hard,
Dumb, inside of me restrains my tears,
And fills my heart with terror
At thought of the empty future years.

(f riendly (Communion

By P E G M I L L E R , Epsilon

Let us all strive at each chance meeting
To exchange a glad, a cheery greeting—
Not a curt nod, an icy smile
That makes one ask, "Is't worth while?"

Heed not the whine of the petty dissenter

Intolerance and misunderstanding have lent her

Words unhaply chosen—a dissatisfaction

Bound to create an unpleasant reaction.

Sisters are we, through thick and thin! Vranees Rodenhauser ( N O ) , president of
Shall that kinship be just a skin the chapter, holds the scholarship cup
Covering our relations—a superficial
Common fraternal bond—a love artificial?

Come, let us seek a more friendly communion on t n b\ the local I'anhellenic and won
for three successive years by
Km Unucrvn.
Then true sisterly love will grow out of our union I