Re: Class of 1962
I don't know how the rough and hearty or hardy part got started. One day it was just sorta there. You may remember, however, that there was an attachment to it. After the rhyming part, we would say, "Ya'll a fine group of boys. Har, har. har." That started one day when three or four of us were walking somewhere in town and ran across Beeman Triplett. He saw them and made some small talk, and then ended by telling them, "You all are a fine group of boys. (Followed by his gutteral laugh.) It took exactly three nanoseconds for that one to catch on!
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