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.