Clarkson University - Clarksonian Yearbook (Potsdam, NY)

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Theta Chi is: ROW 1: Mike McGuiness, Mark Clemente, John Lefkowitz, Jerry Corrente, Don Rybarczyk, Paul Kafer, ROW 2: Mark Kenned , Art Kennedy, Tim Straub, Charles Sutter, Rich Nelson, ROW 3: Mike Harrington, Tom Scruggs, Brian Man- dryck, Bn'an rosjean, Steve Rodriguez, Jack Cutler, Joe Malacalza, Paul Skeberdis, Wayne Dimmig. '7'

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TKE is: ROW 1: Mike Casey, Paul Graswicz, Rob Evans, Bill Wilkins, Terry Schurtz, Hersch Craven, Eric Janssen, Jim Liberty, Rufus, Frank Poradish, Tim Rein, Jack Christensen, Fred Young, Mike Goodwin, Matt Benesn, Tom Rondio, Rick Parker, ROW 2: Uwe Neibuhr, Jack Kelsall, Eric Jensen, Mark Phillips, Ga Prouex, Mitch Black, Dave Kart, Steve Lindsaly, James Johansen, Chuck Jagoe, Randy Graves, John Houlihan, Mike Jasinski, ROW 3: Jef Cottrill, Bob Buermann, Dun Tadio, Scott Be 1, Bob Fahle, Steve Meteger, Jeff Robison, Art Turner, Steve Poplarski, ABSENT: John Bulton, Bob Conforti, Bill Csajko, Rich Gilchrist, Steve Hall, Pete Hoffman, Tom Horan, John McCardIe, Chip Owen, Dean Smith. buy a ticket at the door? IIYep, but it will be another fifty cents? iiOh . . . Well, I still think that IIII wait. Thanks anyway? I had lost. uOkay, see you later. Eight days to our blast and I still hadn,t sold a ticket. I knocked on the next door. Come on inf, invited the occupants. I opened the door and stepped inside. IIHi, could I interest you in a beer blast ticket. The blast is next Saturday, and iIWeIre both going away next weekend, she interrupted. IiOkay, thank-you anyway? I left and went across the hall. IIWould you like a ticket to our beer blast? The girl frowned, and pointed to her door. I looked, but it was filled with signs, posters, notes and other junk. I looked at her, puzzled. III am the RA on this roor, and you are not allowed to sell anything in these dorms. Somewhere, buried under all those signs was an RA sign, great! Undaunted by this disastrous news, I went up to the next floor, and began knocking on doors. This floor went a lot smoother. I sold four tickets, including one to the RA.

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Up to the next floor where I was immediately accosted by two girls demanding to know if I was Itselling tickets to the Saturday blast? I sighed. IiYes, I am? I admitted, fully expecting to spend an entire night in one of Potsdams, clamp jailcells, or at least, be driven into the streets by a mob of angry prohibitionists. IiGood. well each take a ticketII, one said. uYoulll each take oh sure .. . of course you will? I was ecstatic. This was more like it. How could I be a critic of the times when it was obvious that things were in such great shape? I had sold six tickets in nine and a half minutes. Consumer spending was surely at a new high. Armed with similiar misguided deductions, I then proceeded to spend the next two hours and forty minutes finding out how many ways the word linoll could be expounded upon in a variety of interesting and colorful ways. I did; however, sell one ticket to some guy who didnt have any money after I per- suaded him that, unlike most places around, I would take a check. I finally met up with the other three guys from the house around eleven, when I was hit with the worst news of the night. iiWelI, lets see now. Mike and I didnt sell any, Bobby sold one how ,bout you? I was asked. IlSevenfl uGood. Here,s my two, Mikels two and one from Bobby. I need eleven twenty-five from you. IlBut I sold seven how come Ive got to take five more? I was really confused now. IiLookf, Bobby said, Hwe work together as a team. Everyone shares the same in whatever we sell. Four guys sold eight tickets, so, as a team we each sold two? I reluctantly handed over most of my nights, sales. ltAlright, here, I didnt know the rules of the day were so com- plicated? I somehow had done seven eights of the work in a team of four, and had only two tickets gone to show for over three hours work. As we headed back to the house, I noticed a lone person walking towards the dorms. Should I risk it or not? uAw hell? I said to Bobby, its only a quarter of a ticket, but what have I got to lose? iIHey, just a minute? I ran after the figure, ltdo you have your ticket to the Saturday blast? .. . Double Axle . . . one hundred kegs Delta Sig is: ROW 1 - Gary Earl, Ernest Gailor, Tom Poelma, Mike Gillespie, Steve DePiIIo, Gordy Millar, Bob Putnam, Dave Rich, George; ROW 2 - Pat Mo Palmowski, Mark Yamilkowski, Mike Terry, Griff AuId; ROW 3 -Dennis Thomas, Mike Cook, Ron Parragio, Bob Wilkon- son; ROW 4-Bill Ridder, Don Folker, Scott White, Ross Sorci, Leo Rigby, Marc Cote, Bill Wixted, Jim Porter, AI Gauvain.