the common room *“ The occasion was the usual idiosyncratic and personal work of this maverick class—the unprecedented Reunion 42.5. As you see them here, they have just enjoyed a tailgating party on the fringe of the tennis courts unencumbered by any actual and distracting games. They have discovered to their delight, if not altogether surprise, that there is so much camaraderie among them that they lack for nothing. The occasion was a shared whim. We wanted to be together in the autumn, just as we had been when at Deerfield. The Academy’s administration somewhat nervously indulged us, and they are rewarded, if we may say so, with perfect gentlemen swearing eternal fealty to the Green and the White. And, moreover, pledging to retrieve errant brothers to future gatherings. In the words of Mark Palmer, himself returning after an absence of 42.5 years, ‘We have these missing souls. Where are you, my friends?’” Duncan Christy ’70
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