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How often does one have a legitimate excuse to post old KA stories c. 1982? (How often one even wants to do so is a different question.)
Anyway, deep in the heart of Dixie our house was just around the corner from the KA's. Their big spring fling was some sort of weekend long Civil War bender carried out throughout campus, with KAs and their distaff hangers-on in full costume. All gray as they say. I think the Dean of Students would wear a Union uniform, they would capture him, and well, I forget exactly what they did with him beyond putting his leg-ironed picture in the yearbook.
So part of their tradition was to go to each house on campus, fire off their cannon, raise their cups of JD, and say "sa-lute!"
They came to our house. Many of our brothers were brothers, so it was sort of Robert E. meets Huey P. on the front steps. We did not sa-lute. Impolite words were exchanged. They shot their cannon a second time in anger. We may or may not have shot the severed head of a pig through their front door. (We had our own spring fling goin' on.)
I do not remember them stopping at our house in 1983, 1984 or 1985.
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