To whom it may concern: Dear whom, It is not only a pleasant obligation, but a joyous duty to announce the Traditional Passing of the Paper Crowns this Friday the 26th (twenty-sixth) of this month of January. Furthermore, We, the Soon-to-be-Paper-Crowned heads of the Swarthmore Warders of Imaginary Literature, extend to you, peons, surfs, noblecreatures, and righteous dudes (and dudesses), an invitation to attend Us. We will be receiving in Bond Hall, the ancient ancestral home of Swil, beginning at 10:00 pm. Ceremonies will get under way whenever We get It together. Chris and Laura and Laura and Chris will be on hand to celebrate their promotion to the rank of peon. Filks will be sung. Refreshments will be eaten. Fun will be had. Boys will be boys. "In vain Man's expectations, God brings the unthought to be. As here we see." [Don't look at me, it was Ed's idea -- Substance] [You think you can get away with that just because I don't Vax! Why is this machine beeping? -- Flash] With Great Expectations and a Very Bleak House, F&S (Filk & Sing)