To the Editors of the CRIMSON:

Harvard Club Locker Room, 1984. FRED: Squash is a great game, eh Charlie?

CHARLIE: Yeah. It feels great to work up a good healthy sweat once in a while. Bet my legs'll be sore tonight. Say, have you gotten any mail from the reunion committee? Seems like it's about time we were hearing from them.

FRED: No. I haven't gotten anything either. I understand one of the Class Marshals is pregnant and has gummed up the schedule of sending out the announcements.

CHARLIE: I often wonder if maybe they didn't have the right idea back when we were undergraduates--men only. Isn't that old Barrington-Smythe coming out of the shower? They say he hasn't given Harvard a cent since they started electing female class marshals.

FRED: Right. He nearly had a stroke two years ago when Mary Hunter was elected president of the Alumni Association.......Oh, Hello, Nancy.

NANCY: Hi, fellows. You keeping in shape, too? Squash is a great game. It feels great to work up a good healthy sweat once in a while. Bet my legs'll be sore tonight. Say, are you going to support my candidacy for the vacancy on the board of overseers?

FRED: Sure.

CHARLIE: Gee, Nancy, I'd like to, but my wife is running for the same vacancy.

NANCY: Oh, that's right. I'd forgotten. By the way, Charlie, I can't seem to find my soap. Do you suppose I could borrow yours?...... Richard M. Williams '65