Show SENIORS BID ADIEU When June rolls around each the three-headed ogre called mass confusion rears its ugly head and reigns But when the dust clears and all the sobbing and cribbing is everyone is Along with the mass the poor overworked senior quivers his lower lip and casts a somewhat trite glance at the ivy covered buildings and prepares to meet the cruel what ever has to be said by seniors at this time usually has already been it must be said Thanks to the professors who have put up with and thanks to the football basketball and all the other athletes who have provided us with hour after hour of thrills and thanks to the cooperation of the student advisors who have guided us in our darkest and thanks to those who have sloshed through our tears to lead us toward the bright light of Thanks to every one who has done anything to us get through the required four years of college to prepare us for our mission in the that that's we can all go back to sleep and cut make not support student not go to the football not go to the basketball not be instilled with not do anything but go back to v Everyone gets a little phony when graduation time rolls and its all a part of the game of We have to or else we will thrown into the bubbling pool of and lord knows we wouldn't want All we want to do is get that little piece of paper that cost four years of sweat and and not walk to the nearest And so until next year when mass-confusion makes the campus and the phony nostalgia hits the starry-eyed we bid fond adieu to the struggling |