Omega Mu Voice
John L. Collins,
John Collins, 1970
Suddenly a flourish of brain cells seem to have kicked in and I recall a bunch of stories that will take me a while to get down in writing: stealing a real pig for pig dinner, how to kill a pig (no one knew), the infamous Fiji Island fire on Baker Island (1968, I think), Freak-out parties. How we pulled ourselves together to escape from social probation under the leadership of Michael O’Leary by suddenly cleaning up our act and participating in all the goody-goody activities that were expected of a “good” fraternity: the snow sculpture of a drunk driving accident (designed by “the spook”, our artistic brother complete with red-dyed snow representing blood, participation in the IFC sing performing “The Vietnam Song” by Country Joe and the Fish:
Omega Mu Housemother,
Clara Hammond and the "The Spook"
Country Joe and the Fish at Woodstock
“Well come on all of you big strong men, Uncle Sam needs your help again, he got himself in a terrible jam, way down yonder in Vietnam,
put down your books and pick up a gun, we're gunna have a whole lotta fun.
and its 1,2,3 what are we fightin for?
don't ask me i don't give a dam, the next stop is Vietnam,
and its 5,6,7 open up the pearly gates. Well there aint no time to wonder why...WHOPEE we're all gunna die.
now come on wall street don't be slow, why man this's war a-go-go,
there's plenty good money to be made, supplyin' the army with the tools of the trade, just hope and pray that when they drop the bomb, they drop it on the Vietcong.
now come on generals lets move fast, your big chance is here at last.
nite you go out and get those reds cuz the only good commie is one that’s dead, you know that peace can only be won, when you blow em all to kingdom come. CHORUS
(spoken)- listen people O don’t know you expect to ever stop the war if you can’t sing any better than that... theres about 300,000 of you fuc|ers out there.. i want you to start singing..
now come on mothers throughout the land, pack your boys off to Vietnam, come on fathers don't hesitate, send your sons off before its too late,
be the first one on your block, to have your boy come home in a box CHORUS
Max Yasgur, the farmer who allowed the concert to take place on his land, speaking to the crowd and then giving the peace sign.
“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