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John Gleason, Class of 1976, has composed a little trinket about the present Dartmouth governance spat:

Stopping by the College on a Stormy Evening
(With great apologies to R. Frost)

Whose School this is I think I know,
Their house too close to Wall Street though.
They do not like some being here,
Now the School has filled up with dough.

My old friends don’t you think it queer,
This change without a reason clear.
Between the barbs and legal takes,
The darkest evening of the year.

I give my puzzled head two shakes,
To ask why make these sad mistakes.
The only other sound’s the creep,
Of bitter winds and sorry flakes.

The School once lovely, stark, and steep’d,
But I have pockets not so deep,
And thus no means to buy a seat,
And thus no means to buy a seat.