Memories of Ol' Huxley

*** I belonged to an all-Jewish fraternity in college. We made a fortune helping the Gentiles pass their Psych exams.

*** It was a fraternity at a Community College, which meant we could only earn a two-year degree in being rowdy, obnoxious and mastering the fine art of projectile vomiting after downing half a keg.

No seriously, a Jewish Frat??

They called us “Analysis House”.

The Hazing, not so terrible---he just had to prove he was circumsized.

We had Prayer Shawl Parties!!

We didn’t advertise “mixers”. We wrote on leaflets, “So maybe you wouldn’t mind so much coming over, sit and have a nosh and some Mogen David?”

Food fights?? With people starving in Europe?? Poy!! Such a sin!!!!


Our song was "The Sweetheart of Ol’ Sigmund Freud”.

The wildest it ever got was when you got to second base.---for us that meant getting the girl’s name. Home plate was announcing your engagement.

We didn’t throw bottles and glasses at the wall---we had to smash them with our shoes.

And our Latin name, Maxim Proboscis---embarrassing!!