What I think about all the different marches and the protests against this and that and the arguments for or against this or that can be summarized in this poem by P.L. Dunbar.

“Trouble in de Kitchen”

Dey was oncet a awful quoil

‘twixt de skillet an’ de pot;

De pot was des a-billin’ an’ de skil-

let sho was hot.

Dey slurred each othah’s colah an’

dey called each othah names,

W’ile de coal-oil can des gu-gled,

po’in oil erpon de flames.

De pot hit called de skillet des a

flat, disfiggered t’ing,

An’ de skillet ‘plied dat all de pot

could do was set an’ sing,

An he ‘lowed dat dey was ‘lusions

dat he wouldn’t stoop to mek

‘Case he reckernize his juty, an’ he

had too much at steak.

Well, at dis de pot biled ovah, case

his tempah gittin’ highah,

An’ de skillet got to sputterin’,

den de fat was in de fiah.

Mistah fiah lay daih smokin’ an’

a-t’inkin’ to hisse’f,

W’ile de peppah-box us nudgin’ of

de gingah on de she’f.

Den dey all des lef’ hit to ‘im,

’bout de trouble an’ de talk;

An’ howevah he decided, w’y dey

bofe ‘u’d walk de chalk;

But de fiah uz so ‘sgusted how dey

quoil an’ dey shout

Dat he cooled ’em off, I reckon,

when he puffed an’ des went

out.

So we are coming to the end of another semester. I wonder if we accomplished anything.

Brian Lundy

Junior

Economics