Why, at Siwash, where I was lap-welded into the eta Bita Pies, any fraternity which initiated a candidate and left enough of him to appear in chapel the next morning was the joke of the school.
"At Good Old Siwash"
George Fitch
I remember I was pretty mad when my eta Bita Pie brethren headed me up in a barrel and rolled me downhill into a creek without taking the trouble to remove all the nails.
"At Good Old Siwash"
George Fitch
On the third night we of eta Bita Pie were to take the remains and decorate them with our fraternity pin after ceremonies in which being kicked by a mule would only be considered a two-minute recess.
"At Good Old Siwash"
George Fitch