Jon has just returned from a 50th reunion with
his Theta Chi fraternity brothers, and has shared a few notes from his weekend
that he sent to the bros. A word of explanation might be useful: He refers to the “Tri Delts,” the Delta Delta
Delta sorority. That’s where Jon worked as a house boy at the University of
Oregon. At the time, at OSU anyway, the Tri Delts were reputed to be the most
beautiful and sophisticated sorority sisters on campus. And obviously, one of
Jon’s company during the weekend was a grammarian! Jon says:
Date: Thursday, November 1, 2012, 4:17 AM
Highlights: At the
banquet, being invited to sit at the Tri Delt table (the husbands & other
males sat at the next table).
At the Sat night
'dinner,' sitting across from Char (Woodworth), and next to Verne Stanford, and
receiving a 'refresher course' on the correct usages of 'may' or 'can' from
Char (as in 'can' or 'may' I sit in this chair across from you). (It reminded
me of the corrective [bonehead] English course I took 54 years ago!)
Next to me, Verne (and
opposite) Linda Serres, when Verne & Linda got into such depth of subjects
as prison outreach, I asked Ed (Serres) to check with Terry Reinhold (&
maybe Bill Davis) to determine (actuarially) how much longer he (Ed) would be around.
Enjoyed being with y'all
for the weekend!
Jon (Si)
Iso, in his attention to the most MINUTE details, had planned for a
period when the brothers could share (with the group) little vignettes of our
undergraduate years. We didn't get that opportunity, but I'll throw out a
couple (since I have a complete E-mail list, and a captive audience
so-to-speak). The title of the first would be: Dating Tri Delts; and the title
of the second would be: Traveling Pants.
Dating Tri Delts: I 'hashed' (served meals) at the Tri Delt house spring
term of our freshmen year (Char, should that be 'freshman' year?; I may be
getting paranoid!). Anyway, Tri Delts were allowed to date their 'house boys.'
Shirley Bryson asked me to one of their house dances, and I asked her to the
following TC spring house dance. I didn't make it beyond the afternoon
picnic/hayride (remember, we took 'beverages' in gallon or half gallon
bottles). When we arrived back at the house (in the back of a U-haul truck),
she offered to walk herself home (around the corner). I must have gone to bed.
I then topped off the damage by inviting Linda Gaylord to the fall Red
OX Stampede. (Shirley was probably better off to marry her home-town boy friend
rather than the $222.30 per month I was about to make upon graduation, anyway.
[Yes, Char, I know this is awkward]).
Traveling Pants: Bill Davis showed up for freshman year in the dorm with
several pair of (possibly) new Levi 501's. I think they were those which were
'shrink to fit.' Anyway, his going-to-class 'uniform' was a sweat shirt and Levis.
About that time, there must have been a trend (over in Madras), to not wear
belt loops on pants, since Bill had cut all the belt loops off of his. (For
those few ladies in the group this weekend with whom I shared the benefits of
low-dose lithium, I can remember these kinds of details.) So anyway, time went
on and I began to wonder when (or if) Bill was going to wash his pants (he
couldn’t because they were shrink-to-fit). They (the pants) seemed to take on a
life of their own, i.e. they would be in a different place in the morning, from
where he had left them the night before. I began to wonder if he might need to
'tether them (like Capps does with his ponies), maybe to a window latch (open
windows were a GOOD thing).
Anyway, we got through the year,
Bill was the best of possible room-mates, AND he was my entrée to Theta Chi!!!
(Char, send me a separate E-mail & point out all of my errors - 'You
done good Luckie, now I'm gonna learn you some more).'
Jon (Si)
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