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When I was pledging Rockledge in the spring of 1975, I was apparently viewed as one of the instigators among the group (there had been a number of tit-for-tat practical jokes exchanged between the brothers and the pledges). One night around 10 pm several brothers (I don't trust my memory on this, but it may have been Bill Howard, RickMatthews, John Moore and Glen "Scotty" Corsini) appeared at the door of my room in U-Hall 3. To the immense delight of my room-mate, they attired me in a pink dress and hiking boots, applied makeup to my face, and bundled me off in their car to Tweitman's Halfway House, a redneck bar (and site of occasional parking lot shootings) located several miles outside of town on Dryden Road, where I was left tofend for myself. Anticipating my likely fate in the bar, I noticed some trailer homes situated a short distance away. I decided my chances were better there, and I knocked at the door of one where the lights were on. The woman who lived there and her daughter were a little shocked at my appearance, but eventually allowed me to use their phone to call for assistance. I called Roald Euller, who had access to a car, and who had offered to be available in such a circumstance, as we had expected that something like this would probably happen. Roald agreed to come rescue me.After about a half hour watching the Tonight Show in my dress with my hostesses, I went outside so I'd see him coming. I tried to be inconspicuous, but after quite some time, Roald hadn't yet arrived, and eventually a well-lubricated patron of the bar stumbled out and caught a glimpse of me before I could get out of view. He insisted on an explanation, and when he heard how I had come to be there he enthusiastically dragged me into the bar so he could show me off to his buddies. Needless to say, there was great merriment on my account, but I got several free beers as a result. Roald finally showed up about an hour later; I always suspected that he dawdled a bit just to make sure I got the most out of the experience!
Jeff Snedeker '78
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on March 02
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