Omega Mu Voice
George M. Montag,
George M. Montag, 1956
It was in the fall 1953 and a couple of the brothers were avid hunters.
Back then everyone slept up on the third floor that was called the RAM. I don't know if they still do or not. There were no lights or heat and just about everybody used sleeping bags. Well, to get back to the hunters. They were walking through the woods when they came upon a medium size black bear lying in the leaves, dead. Whoever had shot it just left it there. The brothers brought it back to the house without anybody being the wiser. When it was dark, they snuck it up to the RAM and placed it in a bunk and pulled the sleeping bag up over the bear’s head. When it was time to go to bed the owner of that bunk said, "Hey you are in my bed". No answer. So, he said it again, "You are in my bed." No Answer. So he pulled back the top of the sleeping bag and felt the head. When he felt all of the hair and the bear's nose, he let out a shriek. And to this day I don't know if he ever found out who put the bear in his bed.
“What if the space be long and wide,
That parts us from our brother’s side
A soul-joined chain unites our band,
And memory links us hand in hand.”
(Phi Gamma Delta fraternity song)
Chip Chapman, ’82