So Long to Merl, JBs Premier Custodian

     
Text Box: Burned out lights He fixes without a fight.   Up on a ladder He couldn’t be badder.   When the clocks had to be set Out came the ladder you could bet. King of the boiler room He’s kept us from doom.   A good friend Upon whom we could depend.   His word was his bond It doubled as a magic wand.   Merl, we wish you 18 holes To gladden your soul.   For all the times a step we’ve shared For your leaving, we’re unprepared.   We’ll miss you, Merl From your rhyming pal Searle   You’re our hole in one. And you’ll never be out done.                                                 —Searle                                                   JB Staff & Students

   

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