There seems to be a sudden upswing in class dinners in store for alumni this year, with some sixteen classes already scheduled for September. The Post Office has already taken on several extra men to handle the bales of postcards that dinner organizers love to send around ("Come on, fellows; everybody out. Let's make this the biggest ever, etc., etc.") and the lamb-chop-cum- mashed-potatoes-and-peas market is showing decidedly bullish tendencies. Joe Weitzel is doing as good a job of beaming as has been seen in these parts for some time, greatly inspired by the thought of all those f i.2s's rolling in, not to mention the business which is usually done in the b-r after the banquets, and the dining room walls, after a four months' rest, are steeling themselves for another barrage of wit and reminiscence. What the lambs think of all this, nobody knows.