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This is taken from Dean of the College L. Fred Jewett '57's upcoming anthology of poetry, "The U-Hall Years," to be published by Knopf in late May after the Dean steps down:
FINAL DAYS
This is my last fall
In University Hall
As Dean of the College;
What a ball!
O, how I have enjoyed it
The scurrying of my student's little feet the pitter patter pitter
As they come to my office to protest and advise.
Thank God for Vivarin!
Upstairs, my boss Jeremy will be here forever,
Thinking about chemistry,
The bonds that bind mere mortals together.
He's got a search committee looking for someone
To sit
At my priceless antique desk,
The desk of many Deans before me,
The desk I carved my initials into
(bottom left drawer, no one will ever know but me).
I wish the U.C. would explode.
I wish these protesters would get a life.
I wish The Crimson would stop harassing me.
I will miss
Most
That feeling at the end of a day
Of being Dean
When I pack up my tote bag and
Walk out of University Hall into darkness,
Wai' for Joel, who drives the 5:15 shuttle bus
To the Quad.
The grumble bump bump
Of the engine
And obscene lyrics of a rap song--
A melodic recessional
Trumpeting a glorious night of slumber.
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