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Passing class of seven-four,
Together as a group no more.
You have lived and you have loved,
Laughed and had your hey-day.
Melancholy is the sound
Ringing out the "final round"
Of your last class bell together.
You have bucked the stormy weather
Of your growing up together;
You, like one huge family,
Minds on fire, minds so free
To think deep thoughts and make them vocal.
Massive class. I'm proud of you.
Asking "What?" and "Why?" and "Who?"
Of this "double-standard system.
(In '53 we went along and never asked a question.)
So seven-four, be your own man
And teach this system, if you can.
Don't flounder in and freely float
Or nod your head in dumb assent;
For you'll end up as someone's goat;
The world needs no more Yes! men.
Peder A. Legried
15 May 1974
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