In this poem, Abigail Henshaw honors the print edition of The Maneater as it completes its printing journey.
Ode to the Print Edition
The time has finally comeThat we bid farewell to thee,Although this makes us terribly glumWe knew it eventually had to be.
Born on campus in the year of 1955To spread news throughout the tiger community,The print edition would grow and thriveWhile creating journalistic opportunity.
Like the tiger after whom you were named,Crafted by writers with fierce devotion,Your pages carried stories intended and aimedTo give voice to those unheard and with a notion.
From Speaker’s Circle to dining hallsYou traveled MU’s campus far and wide.In backpack, by hand, on bike, through wallsOn distribution day you were passed out with pride.
On occasion, in trash cans you were left behind,Your memory freshly present on ink stained fingers,Unfinished crosswords still on our mind,Your centerfold ads flying through the wind to linger.
Although we are sad to see your physical form go,Missing your ink and paper scent that filled our lungs,We are eager and hopeful to see you digitally growAs you live on through screens as zeros and ones.
You served us long,You served us well,That’ll do, beloved print editionWe bid you a sentimental farewell.
Edited by Ever Cole, ecole@themaneater.comCopy edited by Sam Barrett and Lauren Courtney