Dear Mufti, c/o the Editor:

Since our first months at Pomona, we have been staunch admirers of your work. Many a night we have kept vigil for a hint of your nocturnal activities, but alas, we have yet to witness your elite team in action. We understand that the only way to join Mufti is to catch you on the pasting prowl, but since this is our last semester at Pomona, we implore you to admit us into your illustrious group.

We yearn for the day when we can sit as equals at your conference table delving deep into the wells of our intellectual superiority to come up with such phrases as: "Rust-colored democracy takes four geese" and "Coherence interrogated fortnightly by soft monkeys; Can they be bought?" (see, we’ve been practicing).

We imagine you slipping into the night armed with bottles of special Mufti glue, applied in the characteristic hourglass pattern that forever leaves its mark. The following morning the student body awakes to a transformed campus. You are on everyone’s mind.

As your biggest fans, we beseech you once again to grant our fondest wish and let us contribute to your mission.

Sincerely,

Carla Lopez ’01

Sahar Rooholamini ’01