Class of 1959
|What happened to the fifties? Can you believe it has been 60 years since we left the safe, warm (no air conditioning), all-encompassing arms of Mirabeau B. Lamar? Remember back when our mascot was Big Red? Remember the great friends and teachers we had? Remember Snigglefritz? Remember when we actually had social clubs? Hey, it's time for our ...|
Reunion! 29-31 March 2019
We want your participation!
(29 - 31 March 2019)
|60 Year Classics - forever|
Your help is needed! For future mailings we need to verify your current contact information so please provide the information below to Wendell@Lamar59.org
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With the passing of Letitia, Wendell became our class database manager and will update his records using your confirmed information. Invitations will be sent using the contact information in our Class Database so the sooner we can complete this process, the better!
| THE CLASS
Every five years, as wintertime nears,
An announcement arrives by email,
"A reunion is planned; it'll 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, the ladies described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.
The homecoming prom queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-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'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
The boy we'd decreed 'most apt to succeed'
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted 'least' now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong 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 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 much 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 lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.
By the fiftieth 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 a March date;
Our sixtieth 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's 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 dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun;
But I just hope that there's one
Other person who can make it that night.
- Author Unknown
but we certainly know it was not a product of
Miss Greenwood's Major Works English
as Miss Greenwood never gave a grade below A
and this is easily Grade B-