Letter from our Founder| Harvey Muck

When I attended Bucknell years ago, I was a lot like you. Naive. Headstrong. Covered head to toe in mud and soot. Friendless. And living very much in fear of the notorious Constable McGillicuddy. Sure, he and I had our share of squabbles, but those stories are for another time.

It is my pleasure to introduce to those of you yet unacquainted with our prestigious publication, the marvelous institution of humour, that is, the, Mucknellian.