"The College will reopen Sept. --." br `Catalogue'. br br br I was just aiming at the jagged hole br Torn in the yellow sandbags of their trench, br When something threw me sideways with a wrench, br And the skies seemed to shrivel like a scroll br And disappear . . . and propped against the bole br Of a big elm I lay, and watched the clouds br Float through the blue, deep sky in speckless crowds, br And I was clean again, and young, and whole. br br Lord, what a dream that was! And what a doze br Waiting for Bill to come along to class! br I've cut it now -- and he -- Oh, hello, Fred! br Why, what's the matter? -- here -- don't be an ass, br Sit down and tell me! -- What do you suppose? br I dreamed I . . . am I . . . wounded? "You are dead.