"How shall I know spring?"
But casting our eyes about us and observing the unholy gloom that pervades the sky and the positively fiendish wind that rips up and down the quadrangles, we've decided "What's the use of being benevolent anyway?"
Passing sugarplums to the populace doesn't stop a famine. And so we'll tell you what you were bound to find out anyway ... The Blind Tiger is gone ... gone the way of all good Tigers ... back to his wilderness haunts, scorning the civilizing affects of this great and goodly University.
THE NEW MANAGEMENT.
Copyright © 2001, Mary S. Van Deusen