Roommate and I held a South Dakota style panty raid back in college, circa 1973. The female to male ratio was 5 to one. Many of the women were farmers or ranchers daughters. Cork and I went to the all girls dorms and posted about the party: They were to provide a pair of panties (hang on the door) with their name on them to participate. We auctioned each pair to the men and that would be the gal's date. No one would know which girl belonged to the panties. Roomie Cork and I made enough money to tide us over the rest of the year. Cork was a clever guy and convinced one of the cheerleaders (girl friend of one of the football team's captains) to put her name on an extra xxxxlarge pair. He was the only one that bid. Some of these panties went for $100 bucks, including the pair the captain bought. Cork only paid 5 bucks. The moral of the story was aligned with B. Franklin's (attributed to?) thought: "Don't believe anything you hear, and only half of what you see."
"You've been here longer than the State of Alaska is old!" *** my Grandaughters
