Swarthmore College - Halcyon Yearbook (Swarthmore, PA)

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Than quoth he, Disport yovv me? Away, get los t, But wait, it semeth as I yow accost, That in yonder herd you surely belong. Pointynge he sayde, Am I righten or wrong? I turnd round and saw all clothed in jeans blue, Suarthmorons marching abreast two by two, And row upon row they came wending their whey, Towards Dunkin Donaughts, their nightly mainstay. But once arrived here they cared not to eat, Food was a subtle thought in a conceit. In thilke manere their mindes wolde woe not, Enraptur ' d in concepts of the Donut. I followed them in as discourse beagan, Close sat they togedre as in a clan. Unconcerned were they with mundane matere, This colde one telle from the grease of their heer. Up spak the first one requestynge that all, Should look at the donut up on the wall. Surmised he then if a hole there be Inherent in apparent entitee, Then wholeness ad infinitum ceases, And philosphie crumbles to pieces. Forsooth then a rumblynge colde be herd, As ech of hem gan to speken a word. Those more inclined to an aesthetique bent, Chose six honey-dips and gan hem to rente, Forming ellipsoid curves in triangle Convinced participles wolde nat dangle. The Emeritus at this sad display, Cryde out in a vois of utter dismay: ay wot is a donut without a hole But empirical food: we speke of soul. This forsful rhetoric so did I admire, That exiting from my dream ' s quagmire, In body entire, mind pure and free, I sang to the tunes of W I B C. finis 27