*** brother647 *** 06/08/1999 13:15 EDT ***

I'd just like to be the first to point out that it was only after my days
at Epsilon that the term "Woody" took on its far more colorful and/or personal
meaning.  So, consider this my attempt to preempt any of your attempts to bash 
us "Woodys" as a collective group.

Woody 83ish'


*** brother739 *** 06/08/1999 13:33 EDT ***

There was also a Bob Woodard, '80.  I haven't seen him since my freshman year,
but he did exist.  Perhaps some older brothers can fill in a little here...


*** brother422 *** 06/11/1999 10:07 EDT ***

Interesting discussion topic Jim.....at first glance I was assuming this would
be a downright outrageous topic......for instance, Smitty could tell some tales
about his woody, and Dinga could gross us all out with the adventures of his
woody.   I'm getting married in August, so I guess my woody is retiring, not
that I ever made it to the big leagues.

The 90's Woody


*** brother255 *** 06/11/1999 11:09 EDT ***

I once knew a Woody that spent a dark evening under the library
table with a girl only known as Elvira.  I had to wrestle him away
in the wee hours of the morning to leave for our planned Atlantic
City trip, where we both were exceedingly successful.  I guess Elvira,
Mistress of Darkness, was not able to curse us as she said she would!


*** brother255 *** 06/11/1999 11:10 EDT ***

I once knew a Woody that was chased by a Grape in the basement
of the House of Googs.  He narrowly escaped.


*** brother255 *** 06/11/1999 11:16 EDT ***

I once knew a Woody who rescued a passed-out, naked woman from the
second floor bathroom.  A few days later, the woman was very distraught
to hear that a brother had taken explicit photos before Woody
came to her rescue.  Being the gentleman that he was, Woody saved
the day for this moaning woman as he confiscated and destroyed the
indecent snapshots, to the disappointment of the local brothers who
were not privy to them, myself not included.


*** brother177 *** 06/16/1999 17:42 EDT ***

To brother 422,
Your woody is only retiring if you are marrying into the priesthood. (And then
it's only a maybe.)

Getting married simply means all games will be home games. But as knowledge of
your home field grows, the game just gets more and more interesting.

Marriage only retires your woody if you let it.


*** User234 *** 08/11/1999 13:40 EDT ***

The Woody I remember was a dippin' New Yorker from East Bumblef**k whose claim
to fame was hiding in a commons room in a towel trying to avoid a naked psycho
chick in the second floor bathroom the morning after one of those blurred
vision episodes...

-Beauch


*** User255 *** 10/28/1999 17:40 EDT ***

I once knew a Woody who wrapped a whole roll of duct tape around his fist
while listening to the quite-stoned Doors.  I never did hear how long it
took for him to remove all that tape or if he was ever able to open his
fist ever again.


*** User439 *** 10/31/1999 17:37 EST ***

I once knew a Woody who had a wild Halloween Party as an alumnus.
After I was well into the party, Woody rescued me from certain
demise by suggesting that i NOT use the pitcher I had just filled
with beer.  As it was, the previous owner of the pitcher had used
it for alternative means.  Unbeknownst to me, the beer which I very
nearly drank with glee, was actually half filled with swirling
chunks of God-knows-what!

Thanks Woody!  You saved my life!


*** User739 *** 02/29/2000 24:09 EST ***

I love my Woodie


*** User486 *** 03/29/2000 22:32 EST ***

I shared a room with my 90's Woody for 2 years.  I could tell all kinds of
stories But then, he could tell some stories about me too...  But one of my
favorite stories is from our pledge day, when he was chasing me around the house
(why, I don't remember) but i was covered in someting slippery (maple syrup?)
once again, I don't quite remember why, but he  picked me up (the muscular stud
that he was) turned me upside down and I slipped out of his  srtangle hold and
he dropped me on my head and almost ripped my ear clean off my head! 

Scott Griffiths '95


*** User538 *** 04/18/2000 12:36 EDT ***

Being taken out for my 21st birthday and being the miscreant trouble seeker I
was, I disappeared from the bar we were at without anyone seeing me.  Woody
(90's) drove around and found me angrily (and stupidly) approching a house with
about 30 locals "drinking 40's on the front porch".  Woody said "Jesse!  Get in
the truck" and I did.  I don't remember any of this, but Woody literally saved
my life.

-Jesse "Jesster" Parent '96.5


*** User451 *** 04/20/2000 20:07 EDT ***

Bob Woodard, '80, is alive and well somewhere outside Philadelphia.  He's a fire
protection engineer for a consulting firm.  I still hear from him at least once
a year.


*** User624 *** 03/19/2001 22:34 EST ***

Taught my "Woody" how to get away with relieving his Whatchamacalit while in bed
with his Hi-Ho

your my hero Haraldsen