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From: pgs@ai.mit.edu (Patrick Sobalvarro)
Date: Fri, 28 May 93 15:12:49 EDT
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In-Reply-To: "Stephen Adams"'s message of Fri, 28 May 93 12:52:42 -0400 <9305281652.AA12454@life.ai.mit.edu>
Subject: GSB Friday, May 28, 5:30pm, 7th floor playroom

Some of you may be wondering why you have not until now received an
announcement of this week's Girl Scout Benefit.  In fact, there will
be a Girl Scout Benefit this afternoon, and there was to be a GSB
announcement this week.  Ian Horswill, our brave and constant
treasurer, had volunteered to send it.

However, I must soberly and regretfully report that our plan, in which
Ian would compose and send out a cheerful and witty GSB message, was
made in those happy, carefree times before he was swept up in events
beyond his control -- events that might have seemed unthinkable only a
year ago.  Only yesterday afternoon I saw Ian, but now I am told that
last night he was beset by miscreants who placed a hood on him and
humiliated him by dressing him up in loose, black, silky garments
while his fiancee looked on in helpless horror.

I am further given to understand that today they made him prance
around in front of a large crowd of callous bystanders who only hooted
and cheered as he stumbled up the stairs onto a low stage.  Caught
helpless at the rear of a crowd of thousands of rowdy strangers, his
friends and his fiancee were unable to come to his aid.  We hear tell
of these tragedies every day -- perhaps we quickly flip past such
accounts in the newspaper -- but we rarely stop to think that someday
they may figure in our own lives, that we personally may someday be
called upon to receive a blood-colored folder from the large and
fleshy hand of the Dean of Engineering.

There, now.  Buck up.  Compose yourself; come drink a restorative at
today's

                 G I R L   S C O U T   B E N E F I T

to be held this afternoon at 5:30 p.m. in the seventh floor playroom.
We will huddle together in miserable little groups and try to think of
ways to forestall our own imminent catastrophes.  In Ian's honor,
there will be plenty of Sam Smith's Oatmeal Stout on hand.