1972

"March, gonna march you down the aisle ..." These are lyrics to a famous oldy but jgody. If you know the name of the tune and Submit the earliest postmarked correct answer, you'll win an all-expense paid lollipop, courtesy of Willie Loeb, in conjunction with this station.

As for stations in life, Jim King reports on the vocational choices of several 72's in and around the Minneapolis area, charter members of the Combined Society of Young Dartmouth Graduates for the Preservation of Hedonism. Bob (8.D.) Doerr is incorporated! He's the president of Watchtower Electronics. Danny Hergott is in law school at Billy Mitchell and is working full time with a consulting firm, while Ms. Hergy contributes to the general welfare by toiling for Ma Bell. Larry Beluzzo is working as an administrator for Uncle Sam, and is also employed part time as a husband, as is Wynn Neuger who is working full time in public relations.

Kurt Woodhouse, having avoided the Syndicate, is ensconsed at Baylor law school and Seppo Sormunen has lost weight. He's now an insurance salesman in the Duluth area. Max McGee is teaching at Detroit Country Day School and has devoted the rest of his life to scorning a character in a Kurt Vonnegut novel. Bill and Willie Anderson are at Tuck School and are Hanover's answer to Tony Randall and Jack Klugman.

As for little Kinger, he won a hard fought batthe against a burned-out peyote freak from New Mexico, and was electe absolute despotic ruler Tralfamador. His rise to power was financed by a donation of a huge cache of money, previously hidden in Mexico, contributed jointly Fabian Ropogol and Sir Henway Piecost. In his spare time Jim is working on his Master's in Special Ed at U. Minn, and is hiding his true identity by posing as a janitor at an airport.

John Musser has gone continental on us and works for International IBM in Paris and Oslo. Jim Tilden is teaching in the Chicago area, an area also inhabited by Tom Chin. StefMattlage, meanwhile, has taken a management position in Haywood, Calif, with a New Hampshire-based firm.

Bill Price, now stationed in Philadelphia, tells me that Dick Donahue is based on the South Polar icecap which oughta make for some pretty cold and lonely nights. Dennis Cullen is an inStructor at Blair Academy in N.J., proving that an M.A. from Harvard is worth something after all. Rudy Ellis letting his fingers do the walking as a salesman for the Yellow Pages in Baltimore. Bill Roberts is engaged by Aetna Life and Casualty as well as by his fiancé and is living in Philly. Mark Foster, his wife in tow, is at Boston U. working toward his M.A. in English and Neale Duffet is a communications officer on a destroyer out of New London, Conn.,while John Deregt contemplates the Mideast crisis from his perch aboard the USS Sanfield in the Mediterranean.

Ned Brooks writes that after a tour through Europe, he returned to the good of U.S. of A., shed his locks and searched for gainful employ which he found with American Express. He took a position with the Military Banking Dept. and soon found himself in Atsugi, Japan, playing banker. He also had a stopover in the Philippines which he heartily recommends to those "who endorse beautiful weather and gorgeous girls." Ned also mentioned that he had been trying to associate my name with a face. For his sake, I hope he came up with someone else's mug!

From somewhere in Westchester Co. I sensed psychic communication from the Mattimore,Poirot, Abbot, Cathcart, Brownstein (talk to the animals) et al contingent. It seems that their spirits were high, but the rest of the vibes were fuzzy, and I, as relay, could do nothing more than confuse you as to their positions in life.

Bruce Shnider has foregone the pleasure of the hallowed halls of bachelorhood to take on the responsibilities of the married state. His wife Pat will probably recompense, however, for his loss of the single life.

As for George Perry, the young man from Maine has foresaken Nepal and has returned to Australia. Apparently yaks are faster than kangaroos. He's either teaching skiing or working as a pickpocket in a marsupial preserve.

Ghort has done nothing of interest in the last month and has been sulking since a 72-S referred to him as a "sewerage problem" and as "garbage." The truth hurts and he may never attack grapefruit rinds with the same verve again.

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