The tenth reunion of his college class is where a man discovers with quick amusement that his classmates are married, harried and potty as aldermen. It is also where a man realizes, in dismay, that he is too. Perhaps with the idea of softening the shock, Princeton's class of '49 mailed questionnaires to its 760 members. From 510 anonymous replies, tabulators last week could sketch the sort of old Princetonian who will make the nostalgic trip to Nassau Hall this June: he is plump, prosperous, has most of his hair, is worried about the...
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