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To: mark doubiago who wrote (11864)	8/30/1998 1:17:00 PM
From: Ski	Respond to of 14577

Off Topic: Well, Jeff and Mark, when Rosie-palmola was an all male institution, the freshmen would build a humongous bonfire every homecoming. Enormous things made with thousands of railroad ties, at least four stories high, with an out house on the top. The updraft was so huge that the bonfires had to be reported to air traffic control in Indianapolis. During my tenure, it was also tradition to decorate the edifice with female underwear. The sexier, the more risqu‚, the better. Now, even though all the whore houses in Terre Haute had to close down for lack of business once Indiana State Teachers' College opened up, we Rose Men would source our supply of girls gotchies from Saint Mary Of The Woods, which was about 20 miles from Rose. I have this memory burned into my brain. Every freshman with a car crammed in all the classmates they could and we took off, a long, head-lighted snake winding through the backroads of Indiana. The "Woodsies" and their dorm were protected by a large iron fence which we quickly scaled and ran screaming across the huge lawns. The Woodsies dorm was magnificently lit, sort of like the facade of the Russian White House. The Woodsies leaned out the window, and swung their underwear around in circles until we howled loud enough for them to toss our prizes down. Let's just say I don't think the dear Nuns who ran the place would have approved of those silk teddies! After appropriate sniffs and maulings, the underwear made it to the bonfire's flanks, and then to ashes into the skies. So, I guess we called the girls at Rose Woodsies. Woodies for Woodsies. Which brings me to another short story. In the wee hours of the mornings when you brought a Woodsie home from, er, uhm, a night of entertainment, Saint Mary's gates were locked (figuratively at least) and you had to sign your name with the guards to get her home. When my turn came for this ceremony, I thought a moment and then promptly signed the name, Jess Lucas, which coincidently was the name of the Rose Hulman Dean Of Students. As I looked over the list, I noticed that several other Jess Lucases had come by earlier in the night along with multiple listings of another individual, Sam Hulbert. Curiously, Sam Hulbert was also the name of the President of Rose Hulman. Sam & Jess were busy boys. Those were the days. Ski