On April 1, 1978, a dream was born.
A silly, not altogether normal dream about two state senators from Missouri and a jar of spicy dijon mustard. An admirable dream about a life of uncertainty, a hard life of animal husbandry and rigid macroeconomic theory. It was a dream of Americans. The American dream. A dream with some Americans in it. And a jar of spicy dijon mustard. But then there was another dream. A preposterous dream. A dream about a humor magazine. A magazine based on humor. A humorous magazine born of the hearts and minds of some humorous people. Their desires, fears, wants, and delusions. In short, a dream about the Cornell Lunatic, Cornell University’s only award-winning humor magazine. And a jar of spicy dijon mustard. |
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