The Harvard Crimson

This post is the final post of a short series on the students sticking around in Cambridge to help out with class reunions.

The 100 tables and 1,000 chairs that await alumni don't just magically appear under the big tents. Hours beforehand, a brawny crew of Alpo workers—short for Al Powers—had set them up.

But their setup routine wasn't the leisurely unstacking and unfolding that one would expect. Rather, it was a game.

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This post is the second of a short series on the students sticking around in Cambridge to help out with class reunions.

They're hard to catch. Show up 15 minutes late, and they've moved on to the next House. They're fast. They're efficient.

These nimble members of Dorm Crew are in charge of stripping the linens from beds after the alumni vacate the rooms.

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This post is the first of a short series on the students sticking around in Cambridge to help out with class reunions.

A modest crowd of students wearing untucked maroon polos and blue or khaki shorts sat on the porch of the Phillips Brooks House, quietly chatting away. A small cluster of luggage waited patiently at the bottom of the steps.

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