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and novelist, and is included, with a fuller biographical note, in the chapter on short story writers and novelists. THE College MIDST THE HILLs WoRDs by DANIEl PoliNG. Music BY Clifford W. KANTNER Where the sun king hides his blushes 'neath the hills of peerless Polk And the speckled beauty dashes in the stream; Where the forest kings are lying 'neath advancement’s ruthless stroke, And no longer rings the cougar's curdling scream; In the land of strength and promise, where the western sunbeams fall; Stands our dear old Alma Mater, by the leaping Rickreall. Chorus: Oh! she's young but live and lusty, for she's strong and true and trusty And we love her one and all; there are others older, greater, But they’re not our Alma Mater, by the leaping Rickreall. Like a knight in tempered armor on a true and feerless steed, Like a hero in the good old days of yore, At the clarion note of duty, at the bugle call of need, Comes the champion as in tales of ancient lore; And from out the land of sunset, rang the answer to the call, Rose our dear old Alma Mater, by the leaping Rickreall. Chorus— Years may cluster many changes round the college mid'st the hills, And may scatter laurels thickly o'er her walls, But that stronger, deeper feeling, that all other feeling stills, Will bring mem'ries of those dear old college halls. And beneath the ancient oak trees, where the mountain songsters call, Yet will rise our Alma Mater, by the leaping Rickreall.