where there be dragons
 and wonders unimaginable,
 is in the first pages
 of the alumnae columns.
 The class of 1920
 has fallen off already,
 the class of 1922
 is coming up second in line,
 and all through,
 some gracious,
 some mute,
 some indifferent
 in memoriam tributes
 remind us
 that the floor of the world
 is not solid either,
 and there be many holes.

 And on the last pages,
 drawn out of the sea of chaos,
 emerges the vibrant
 class of '02,
 demonstrating clearly
 that the world
 is not a flat pancake,
 but a rolling wheel.