The B-9 Parka boys could be depended upon to deliver wedgies AND swirlies to all the slide-rule dorks, if the need arose.

Mr. Hound’s Tooth has that punchable mug - he’s the guy who never seemed to be connected with any particular clique in high school, but he knew everyone, aced all the classes, floated through school like someone whose path was completely assured, because college would be a breeze and then he’d go to work in his dad’s firm.