MORFIT

Sob, sob, and like sob. I'm watching the class of '62 leave. Think of all those poor seniors who won't have a chance to read my column next year; think of all those poor souls who didn't manage to get their names in the column this year or all those who were constantly in the column.

It's Eke I'm misty, friends. My tail is sagging (blubber, sob). Goodbye mighty class of '62. Goodbye world!

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