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First row, left /0 right: N. Absher, C. Akagi, S. Ambroscn, J. Baer, Humpbreys. Fifth row, left to right: J. Ivins, S. Jacobs, C. Jennings, D. Bennekamper, R. Bowden, A. Brown, D. Brown. Second row, left C. Koerber, B. LiJley, K. Liston, R. Adler, C. Adriance, T. Bageant, to right: L. Bryson, L. Burkhart, S. Callander, D. Carl, E. Carll, D. J. Ballard, R. Basye, R. Breach!. Sixth row, left to right: R. Boone, Chance, K. Coleman, K. Criss, P. Cullen. Third row, left 10 right: J. Brock, G. Carson, R. Cook, R. Creighton, R. Creitz, R. Davis, W. O. Dragoo, M. Eberhart, M. Engelbrecht, C. England, L. Forthuber, Deckert, R. Edwards, R. Eigcn, J. Emens, E. Feinglass. Seventh row. A. Generali, N. Gochenour, 1. Goldstein, B. Gonzales, M. Goode. leff to r;ght: D. Gantz, R. Giesey, D. Gosnell, D. Green, L. Harche- Fourth row, left to right: J. Griep, J. Hahn, 1. Hambleton, J. Harden, horn, T. Hart, C. Hickey, F. Hill, D. Hoffman, E. Holland. B. Hart, J. Henklein, M. Hickey, E. Hoffman, K. Hope, M. Hough, J. 1966. Nineteen sixty-six. A big number. But Junior College days are over. We suddenly realize we have to graduate. Those of us who are still here, anyway. We are becoming a snobbishly select group. We are becoming refined. Like sugar. Well, not exactl y. Perhaps our smiles are too floury. As we pass through the grist mil! of College Life, we wonder. Culture-the world outside Western What? ... some of us have found it. ... Some of us have escaped the rigorous socialization process (Watch ill-some of us don't know what it is. CLASS OF '66 But think of what we have done together, to say nothing of having survived three years of Basic Training at Fort Western Maryland. This year alone has seen two major events handled egregiously by the Junior Class, and they were Parents' Day (Well, my mother actually didn't get her in- vitation until the day before, but at least she seemed to know what was going all. No, I don't think it was merely from experience.) and the J unior Follies (They laughed at Fulton, so we were pretty sure they'd laugh at us.}. We have become especially well-known for our sense of humor, or rather, marked by it, a sort of desperate insanity clutching in vain at the straws of reality. Excitement fills the scholastic air as new and different, socially acceptable ex- pressions of panic and the death wish manifest themselves. Yes, we are, or think we are, the Class of Nineteen Sixty-Six, and said year is drawing frighteningly near. 128