In 1964, we'd been in Princeton for two years for my grad school. Someone told me that those class beer cans made great souvenirs and that if one toured the eating club grounds the night after, one could find discarded cans. I did and I got one for '64, with a cute Tiger proudly behind a square root of '64 ball. It may still be around somewhere after eight moves.
In Response to: A 1963 Reunions Scene