Sometimes people ask me how we can have more commencements than we have years as a going concern. It was the war, pushing through two classes of naval engineers each year:
Bonus: Sometimes I wonder if they do this stuff just for me.
Sometimes people ask me how we can have more commencements than we have years as a going concern. It was the war, pushing through two classes of naval engineers each year:
Bonus: Sometimes I wonder if they do this stuff just for me.
What a neat poem! Evidently it was adapted to some degree from the Harvard Lampoon. I wonder how much of it is an original Tice composition?