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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 itand 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. Now, thirty years later, that dream has somehow become a book, a 224-page book jam-packed with sophomoric irreverence and sardonic wit, a book that transforms the dream into something more than a dream, a book that is best served piping hot with a jar of spicy dijon mustard. How the Lunatic Got Its Name |
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