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Tux To Be You.
Though they were the youngest at the Mayfield Senior Prom, Travis and Rich certainly made up for their youth with the charm, candor, and that raw sensual energy that made the cheerleaders go berserk and the football team envy them. Sadly for both, Travis and Rich went “together.”
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Not So “Swift.”
Harry Blough was a quiet fellow. Kept to himself a lot. Had a “thing” for the smell of mammalian blood. Believed “The Jungle” was all lies. Dirty, rotten lies.
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Band Geeks.
After playing piddly brisses and bat mitzvahs here and there, the Three Klezmos (from left: Melv, Aaron, and Big Nussbaum) finally hit the big time: the junior prom at the “special school”.
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Class of 1925: Ervin Weigle.
Did Wiggle ever gradually succeed as a milk dealer?