It appears that we did not graduate from high school at all. We were merely "recognized". Costain at graduation:"I recognize you, Nightingale; you're the guy who hid the snoozing Schalke."
Ah, well; they released us onto the world anyway.
Ahh, by the way, how long is it since you have seen a mimeographed copy? Show this to your kids, children of the Xerox Age. Try to explain the process by which this artefact of the olden days was created as they snigger, granddaddy of their children! They may have an impolite observation to make about the impoverished font suite of the word processor employed, too.
Yeah, yeah; it's crooked. That's the way it came off the mimeograph machine and that's the way it's going to stay. On this site we aim at historical accuracy!
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