
For parody has been proliferating all around us, until it has now become the very Soul of the Age.

Unfortunately though, the Poon holds no monopoly over parody. We could have all just pointed a communal finger at the Poon, shouted a hearty Faccuse and that would have been that. If we had only all been working under the common assumption that The Master of Royels-or, perhaps, you prefer, The Lord of Misrule- was billeted within the sumptuous confines of the Poon's matchbox Versailles, then there would have been no need for all the soul-searching and witch-hunting that was to follow. For example, consider The Events of Last April. Auburn Street castle, things would be considerably less complicated. For if the cause of all that goes crazy and askew in this University could be traced to the Poun's Mt. Of course, since it's only a tradition, it's probably wrong, but it's an appealing concept nonetheless.


$1.00.ĪS TRADITION would have it, parody at Harvard has long been the Lampoon's turf. Bored of the Rings, a parody by the Harvard Lampoon.
