Amongst the many dusty books at the house on the hill where we stayed at Canandaigua was the Bucknell yearbook for 1962. It had some impossibly pretentious name that I'm ashamed to have forgotten. Granny glasses were totally in style for the girls, freakishly.
The posed fraternity group portraits said a lot about the era. There were maybe 12 frats, each with about 30-40 guys in them, arrayed in rows of six to eight. Clearly the instructions were: dark suits, white shirts, dark ties, face camera, feet apart, hands clasped together, left over right. As you paged from from to back through the year book, the degree of variance from this norm ramped up from about 2%: a few guys wore slightly lighter ties or hand folded right hand over left. From there it degenerates to houses where some joker has on, get this, white pants, sneakers, and an impish grin, or some frats where multiple guys appear to have on velour jackets or somesuch (these would appear to be scientists, homosexuals or other deviants).
Those were happy times.
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