Class Notes

1935

SEPTEMBER 1989 James C. Boldt
Class Notes
1935
SEPTEMBER 1989 James C. Boldt

Suspended in mid-air from an absolutely empty mailbox, and with our 55 th now large on the horizon, I have decided to foist some reunion-oriented whimsy on you all. Forgive me if it's not what you look for in this column you can correct the situation by foisting something of your own on me!

In this day of the comparative options approach to advertising you might be interested in hearing about some of the things reunion will not be offering, compared to some it will. For instance, it is fairly certain that, whereas the luxury content of the available accommodations will fall somewhat short of what you can get at Atlanta's Ritz Carlton, the relative cost ratio will be somewhere in the neighborhood of 1 to 10. And that New Hampshire air will give you a better night's sleep. By the same token, although there are probably no chefs in the Hanover infrastructure who have ever been honored by the Societe Gastronomique, the food will be good solid eating at prices well below those of any quality restaurants you may think well of.

It would be nice to report that we will start off with a cocktail party hosted by the Paul Newmans, but you'll actually have a much better time and meet a better class of people at the class tent. And while you won't get a chance to attend the IBM annual meeting, which will probably not be held in Hanover next year, you will have the happy alternative of attendance at the annual classmeeting under the genial gavel of President Price definitely a more fun-type event.

The nearest big-league ballgame will be at Boston (who would want to see the Red Sox anyway?), but there's a good chance of a challenge softball game on campus, pitting such varsity oldtimers as Clark, Conathan, and Dodd against a team of locals headed by Prexy Price.

The Class Poesy Project Committee (which refuses for obvious reasons to identify its membership) sums it all up with the following ditty:

Ho, Great Class of Thirty-Five, Pick up your bones and come alive, For we reune in June next year To meet old friends from far and near. The dates are these, so mark it doon Eleventh and the twelfth of June, Anno Dom one nine nine oh, Don't say we haven't told you so. It's great to be a thirty-fiver Going to a fifty-fiver. You too can be a class survivorTry a shot of Green reviver! What more can I say? Peace and love to y'all. All y'all!

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