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Every Criminal Returns to the Scene of the Crime - Part 2

S-T Hall where the girls were housed. I was banned for a while.
Hershey Hall
At one point it was called Hymie Hall (my nickname was Hymie, and lets just leave it at that).
Hershey Hall where I stayed my junior and senior years. It was dump back then but they gave each fraternity a floor. We were on the 2nd floor.



Pioneer Hall, the oldest still-in-operation classroom west of the Mississippi. I had my English classes here and liked them all. One of my professors quipped once, "Never pass up an opportunity to travel." It was perhaps the truest thing I learned in school. You can read books and regurgitate the information in a test, but when you see other states, cities and people, that is an education.


Looking South toward Student Center.



Another shot of Hershey Hall.

One more funny story. I mentioned previously that I graduated with honors and along with that you got a cool medal they put on you during the graduation ceremony. We practised the day before the ceremony and since my name started with a "B" I was the first to get this medal. I was instructed to stop and face the crowd while they draped it around my neck. Apparently the rest of the family never got this memo and brother Phil likes to relate that when I went up on stage to face the crowd he slinked down in his seat in the audience thinking I was going to let loose with some liberal/hippie/philosophical rant.





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