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The June Class had 10 pair of "Mosts" but, the January Class had only 9 pair of "Mosts"   January "The Most" June Carol Levoe Milt Gustafson Versatile Sally Schrom Dale Evans Karen Menne Art Gailard Artistic Patricia Stack John Baker Jeannine Consigny Bob Dennehy Popular Milly Cutich Gerald Swanson Ruth Ott Peter Castronova Musical Lois Gotz Joe Friedland Janice Akerhielm Steve Eannarino Likley To Succeed Paula Norris Rodney Stenlund Karen Fritz Paul Jensen Attractive Grace Rickman Leland Hansen Lois Nelson Gerald Bober Athletic Jan Churchich Terry O'Brien Joyce Paarmann Ronald Foster Jovial Marie Melone Herb Rossof Joyce Szpajda Edward Collins Best Dressed Theresa Malo Richard Hussar Friendly Denise Lanphear Tim Crowley This "funny, but maybe not so funny" reunion poem was sent to us by Jaclynne Jarvis DeLarco - June 58. Does anyone know who the author of this poem is?   Class Reunion Every ten years as summertime nears, An announcement arrives in the mail. A reunion is planned; it will be really grand. Make plans to attend without fail.   I'll never forget the first time we met, We tried so hard to impress. We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars, And wore our most elegant dress.   It was quite an affair. The whole class was there. It was held at a fancy hotel. We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined, And everyone thought it was swell.   The men all conversed about who had been first To achieve great fortune and fame. Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses, And how beautiful their children became.   The homecoming queen, who once had been lean, Now weighed in at two-twenty-six. The jocks who were there had all lost their hair, And, the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.   No one had heard about the class nerd Who guided a spacecraft to the moon; Or poor little Jane, who'd always been plain, She married a shipping tycoon.   The boy we decreed as most apt to succeed, Was serving ten years in the pen. While the one voted least now was a priest. Just shows how wrong you can be now and then.   They awarded a prize to one of the guys Who seemed to have aged the least. Another was given to the grad who had driven The farthest to attend the big feast.   They took a class picture, a curious mixture Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties, Tall, short or skinny, the style was the mini. You never saw so many thighs!   At our next get-together, no one cared whether They impressed their classmates or not. The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal. By this time we'd all gone to pot.   It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores. We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans. Then most of us laid around in the shade In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.   By the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear We were definitely over the hill. Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed And be home in time for their pill.   And now I can't wait; they've set the date. Our fiftieth is coming I'm told. It should be a ball. They've rented a hall At the Shady Rest Home for the old.   Repairs have been made on my hearing aid. My pacemaker has been turned up on high. My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled. And, I've bought a new wig and glass eye.   I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party. I'm gonna dance til dawns early light. It'll be lots of fun, but I just hope there's one Other person who can make it that night!   Til we meet again!