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To: Larry Voyles who wrote (2113)	11/18/1998 11:24:00 AM
From: Jeffrey S. Mitchell	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2770

Nothing was more entertaining than dumping a full box down the back of somebody's shirt. Those little pieces of paper could get in the strangest places. You'd think Norma would have chimed in by now ;^). - Jeff

To: Larry Voyles who wrote (2113)	11/18/1998 7:54:00 PM
From: Tom C	Respond to of 2770

Larry, Re: Remember the confetti box There a couple of things I miss, besides my youth, (note to self: say you were just kidding) from the good old days of punch cards and one of those things is punch card "confetti". At my first "real" job after graduation from college, we loved to play practical jokes. It's amazing how many uses one can find for punch card confetti. I remember big fat rubber bands, wrapped around a sliding desk draw, a Styrofoam cup filled with confetti, placed in the draw, like a loaded slingshot. When the draw was pulled out, the cup would fly, spinning and spraying confetti. The best joke was played on me (a retaliatory strike). Throughout the workday, boxes of confetti (card punch) were periodically poured on my VW Super Beetle. It was raining at the time, so layer upon layer of wet confetti formed on my car covering every area of the car, bumper to bumper. When I left work in the late afternoon that Friday, there was a 3 inch layer of wet confetti covering my car. Being Friday, drizzling and Happy Hour calling, I laughed, cleaned off the windshield, rear window, but little else and proceeded to Happy Hour. Where I admitted it was one of the best pranks I'd seen. Unbeknownst to me, it stopped raining during Happy Hour, and the summer afternoon early evening sun was rapidly drying everything including the confetti on my car. Do you know how papiermache is made? My car was now covered with a solidified mass of papiermache. Tom