Around 1978 or 1979 a certain student (who today is a respected health care administrator) walked through the CAB and was turned off for the 1000th time by the super serious and suffocating monoculture the student social scene had settled into by that time. So, accompanied by his snapping fingers, he started singing in a loud voice:
"I'm in with the in crowd,
I go where the in crowd goes
I'm in with the in crowd
And I know what the in crowd knows ..."
About 50 faces looked up to regard his performance, and 49 of those faces were looking blank. But he made me smile.