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From: Dick Huddleston
Date: 3/28/2003
Time: 12:42:54 PM
Remote Name: 24.233.57.208
The following was received in an email from Melcena Wallace Osborn, and we thought it might be appropriate for us '50 grads: <br> Every ten years, as summertime nears,<br> An announcement arrives in the mail,<br> A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;<br> Make plans to attend without fail.<br><br> I'll never forget the first time we met;<br> We tried so hard to impress.<br> We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,<br> And wore our most elegant dress.<br><br> It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.<br> It was held at a fancy hotel.<br> We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,<br> And everyone thought it was swell.<br><br> The men all conversed about who had been first<br> To achieve great fortune and fame.<br> Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses<br> And how beautiful their children became.<br><br> The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,<br> Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.<br> The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,<br> And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.<br><br> No one had heard about the class nerd<br> Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;<br> Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;<br> She married a shipping tycoon.<br><br> The boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed"<br> Was serving ten years in the pen,<br> While the one voted "least" now was a priest;<br> Just shows you can be wrong now and then.<br><br> They awarded a prize to one of the guys<br> Who seemed to have aged the least.<br> Another was given to the grad who had driven<br> The farthest to attend the feast.<br><br> They took a class picture, a curious mixture<br> Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.<br> Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;<br> You never saw so many thighs.<br><br> At our next get-together, no one cared whether<br> They impressed their classmates or not.<br> The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;<br> By this time we'd all gone to pot.<br><br> It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;<br> We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.<br> Then most of us lay around in the shade,<br> In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.<br><br> By the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear,<br> We were definitely over the hill.<br> Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,<br> And be home in time for their pill.<br><br> And now I can't wait as they've set the date;<br> Our sixtieth is coming, I'm told.<br> It should be a ball, they've rented a hall<br> At the Shady Rest Home for the old.<br><br> Repairs have been made on my old hearing aid;<br> My pacemaker's been turned up on high.<br> My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;<br> And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.<br><br> I'm feeling quite hearty; I'm ready to party,<br> I'll dance until dawn's early light.<br> It'll be lots of fun; and I hope at least one<br> Other person can make it that night.<br><br> Author Unknown