A little Eliot

Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square—
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!

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Today’s culture

“British Eighth March” is one of my favorite marches, and this is my favorite recording. The tempo is a little faster than I have heard it elsewhere.

This piece has special meaning for Northwestern State University fans. The lyrics to the fight song were written by my friend, med school classmate, and fellow Northwestern graduate Larry Powell.

Go ye Demons take the field. Northwestern Demons never yield. So, fight Demons win tonight, victory is on our side!

Go! Fight! Win!

Purple and white shall ever reign, filling the air with battle strain. So, Demons forever stand and fight for dear old Demonland.

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