Autumn
1999
Number
26
Robert
Wallace Memorial Issue
A.M. Juster's Seedy
Flower Children
Rhoda Bandler On
Bagels & Hegel
Featured
Poet: Jack Little
POLITICAL CONVICTION
The
right wing rants;
The left wing chants.
Since both befuddle,
I'm stuck in the muddle.
-Joyce
La Mers
MILLENNIUM
APPROACHES, BUT WHEN?
Oh,
they're tearing the confetti
And they're chilling down the wine,
'Cause there's gonna be a party
At the end of '99.
Better
make your reservations;
That ol' magic number nears.
There won't be a bash like this one
For another thousand years.
At
Times Square you'll want to be as
We all raise our glasses high
When the numbers start their roll on
That odometer in the sky
And
those three tremendous goose eggs
Come to give us all a thrill;
If a new millennium won't change
Your life, then nothing will.
Now,
some scientists at Harvard,
Though they hate to spoil the fun,
Say the third millennium begins
Two-zero-zero-one.
Since
there never was Year Nothing
(We began at One A.D.),
Year Two Thousand's just the last of
This millennium. You see?
But
the party planners know such
'Rithmetic does not apply,
'Cause there aren't too many people
Who can really count that high,
So
without a pause for breath they
Keep on getting into gear
For that most historic moment.
(Yeah, well, give or take a year.)
-MAX GUTMANN