This last installment of the series shows a young Roger Ebert in the ranks of the Delta Sigma Pi.
Actually, his name is Allen, but come on.
These guys seriously seem older than 20.
It’s more bare calves for the Phi Kappa Theta.
We’ll end with a portrait of Delta Tau Delta–mainly because of Bow Tie Man.
He’s got it going on.
Today’s installment could also be called “Ladies Under Trees.” Check out Pissy Chrissy on the far left.
Evidently this sorority did not allow curly-haired girls in. 1974 was the last season of “The Brady Bunch,” as evidenced by some very Jan & Marcia tresses.
It’s almost as though the photographer stumbled upon a gaggle of Breck girls in a strawberry field, rocking far-out peasant dresses and understated necklaces.
The gals of Alpha Kappa Alpha flashed their gams in mod mini-skirts. One appears to be confused as to where she should look. Perhaps a palm tree frond has lodged in her ear canal and she is experiencing sudden-onset vertigo.
Lisa Bonet did her best to stay discreet by posing in the back row, but the jig’s up, Lisa.
And so I leave you with this unshaven, sideboob image of Bonet. Ew!
The men of Omega Psi Phi (Sci-Fi?) are the living expression of Springsteen’s “Born To Run” lyrics: the boys try to look so hard. Okay, guys, we get it. You’re super tough, posing by the pool.
By contrast, the dudes of Alpha Gamma Rho seem pleased as punch.
Well, except for sullen “Mugshot” Paul and Ben “Armfarts” Kirsh, shown here. Word on the street was those patchy ‘burns were filled in with Sharpie pen.
And lest we forget the ladies, I give you the ladies of Rho Alpha Zeta. Miss May clearly didn’t get the jacket memo.
Stay tuned for Part Tres, as we travel back in time 42 years to the year Leonardo DiCaprio was born.
Cheers to the
drunks boys of Tau Kappa Epsilon! A Schlitz toast to Less Nessman!
These dudes are a klass act.
One more pitcher refill for our pal, Bill Albert. Get down wid yo bad self, Bill.
The University of Texas Phi Delta Theta fraternity denied imitating the then-popular Late Night With David Letterman habit of dropping stuff of the Ed Sullivan Theater, asserting that their annual “Round-Up Roof Extravaganza” began prior to the show’s first air date. Earlier drops included eggs and melons, then televisions and microwaves, and finally (as seen in this 1987 image) a motorcycle. I guess they weren’t familiar with collateral damage?
Again–I did not pledge, so I cannot fully comprehend Greek life. All I can do is surmise that McBride and the Ride here bought dress shoes in bulk, with good arch support, in order to perform these complex yoga moves. This picture is 43 years old, so I doubt they can work their lumbar region like that these days, but stranger things have happened.
I like how Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike left enough personal space between groins to still seem tough and masculine. As far as personal preference, I’ll have to say Bertram has the nicest smile (Berri just seems angry or confused), and John Taylor (one of the long-lost Duran Duran Taylor boys) seems to smugly be bringing up the caboose (happy to have no one behind him). All in all, a nice portrait of unity, representing the four stated goals of the fraternity: manhood, scholarship, perseverance, and uplift. Uplift?
I am as excited as the Saturday Night Live Target lady today! Not only did I procure another ancient history yearbook for my collection, but it cost ONE DOLLAH. Yippee!
It was during this 1963-1964 school year that JFK was shot and killed. But honestly I don’t know if that was enough to make these Oklahoma Sooners put down their cups for one second. The fraternities and sororities sure knew how to party:
And they partied like rock stars. Even Bo Diddley got in on the action.
Eileen could barely contain her excitement at the TGIF Party.
Linda screamed when a zebra-jacketed matador sat on her lap at the Bowery Ball