Fall Semester - 1963. The Kampus was alive with Manly juices Flowing, Nubile Hairylegs Glowing, and NoZemen All Knowing. Well established in the New Temple, the Faithful proceeded to do that VooDoo they do so well. First on the Agenda that needed Attenda was the matter of Home Going - this being the Year of the Great Aggie Boot Dispute. Herein lies the tale:
It is a well know fact that Aggies (Gobble) sleep with sheep and creeps, without removing their boots. Senior Upper Classmen would rather be caught enDogamy rather than have their high water Big Brownies removed. Meanwhile, The Mean Dean and some very Nervous Federal types were still pondering the Patriotism and "Americanism" of the Faithful. So a plot was hatched to regulate, separate, and infiltrate the Noble NoZe.
Underestimating the Brotherhood they did dispach an Infidel to, as is known to the un-Firm: "Tell us what the Hell these Kommies are up to". (McCarthyism was still alive and well, unbeknownst to the general masses). Quickly determining what was afoot, the Brotherhood took this sequacious poltroon into the fold figuring it was better to have said spy as Neophyte - Spooks have their uses after all. Which certainly proved quite accurate. A plot was hatched to have this Highly Trained KungFoo agent snatch the precious footware of some unsuspecting Aggie. "Outside of the job description" said he, "but amazingly surprising, tantalizing, revitalizing, and, Hot Damn, this could be some fun, Noble NoZe pards".
  Plan One done, the matter of the unFloat was to be considered. With some meditation, consternation, and intrepidation, it was decided to go "All In" and create a giant Kommode constructed of chicken wire stuffed with Pink and Blue TP, aka AssWipes–not to be confused with the proper and poopular use of the Lariat. Queen RebelNoZe would duly snatch from the Holy Bowl saran wrapped Baby Ruths and toss them to the enthralled, amazed, and dazed Infidels and Alumni. (Satch on the snatch!)     Further, the before mentioned Boots were to be hung by a rope to humiliate the Infidel Aggies.
  The Parade was a Roaring Success with one slight caveat. Finding that the Ag's were primed for an all out brawl to reclaim their defamed and maimed Honor, the Brothers decided it would be prudent to retire said purloined boots to Holy Temple #3 for Posterity and perpetuity.
  TokeNote: Amongst tears and beers, the un-sly Spy slipped back into the shadow land of SpooksVille, never to be seen again. It was proven beyond a doubt that the Noble NoZe was ever Involved in Krimes of the Federal Kind, FBU & FBeye.
  Also, of Note: It has been rumored that the debooted DisHonored Aggie furthered his career as Boozer and Loser by becoming chief engineer of the Glorious Aggie Bonfire Committee. Kharma is indeed a hard taskmaster!
 
  • Fifty Mile Flush: JFK did proclaim that Infidels should abstain from grain, regain and maintain a Health campaign. Not to slack, lack, or look back the NoZe did decree that a 50 mile spree would proceed. A porta Chamberpot of the ceramic persuasion with wheels of steel would remain by all accounts available to mount. Thusly, the Brotherhood began a 50 mile Crusade, in pursuit of Holy Grail and Ale. Praise Be to LongNoZe: With fine wine in hand, Brother RareNoZe, Lorde Magistrate of RoseyBud did meet and greet the Pilgrimage with Salutations, Revelations, and Libations. Double Satchel !!
  • $1,000,000 TakeAway. Discovering that the unclean Dean had yet set another trap to deprive the Brotherhood from again Enlightening the All You SingAlong, the NoZe did abide and hide for a fart night in the bowels of the hall. As quick as a fox trot, the Brethern lept to the stage and did announce a donation of One Million KollarButtons — at the hefty rate of $.50 a year for the next 2 million years.   
  • Also of note, Long NoZe was sighted by WhizNoZe and HalfNoZe at Dutton Street Park, Shoaf's favorite B-Ball facility and was rumored to haunt this estadia long after his Ascension to Holier Waters. HardBalls being HiZ Noble Eminences' favorite pastime – second only to the Elm Mott watering holes.         Onward to Last Year