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<strong>Autobiography</strong> <strong>of</strong> a <strong>Maquoketa</strong> <strong>Boy</strong><br />
Richard B. Wells<br />
dormitory systems in the country and the fraternities and sororities had to compete with the various dorm<br />
houses economically. Snob factor just didn’t play any important role in this. Not for most <strong>of</strong> us, anyway.<br />
Room and board for living in the frat came to just under $1000 per year and tuition at ISU was another<br />
$600 per year. Then came the cost <strong>of</strong> textbooks, which averaged about $20 each in the campus bookstore.<br />
For my freshman year that added up to about another $200. Total damage: $1800 per year. It doesn’t<br />
sound like much by today’s standards, but in 1971-72 that was a lot. It was going to take every penny I<br />
had saved up for college just to pay for that first year. Naturally, I did go and apply for financial aid at the<br />
University’s financial aid <strong>of</strong>fice, but they told me my family wasn’t poor enough to qualify. Nixon and<br />
his Republicans had taken dead aim at the Great Society’s education programs. They didn’t have the<br />
votes in the Democrat-controlled Congress to do away with them entirely, but they would have if they<br />
could have. They still had an illegal and immoral war to pay for and college students weren’t their<br />
favorite people just then. Or now, for that matter. It’s easier to rule an uneducated citizenry.<br />
There were nine <strong>of</strong> us in my original pledge class. A fraternity has two classes <strong>of</strong> citizens. The active<br />
members or ‘actives’ are the full-fledged members. The pledges are the probationary not-members-yet<br />
class. Basically, we were the serfs. One <strong>of</strong> the guys in my pledge class was a holdover from the previous<br />
year. He was still a pledge because his grades hadn’t been high enough the year before. That was my first<br />
clue that I was going to have to at least start paying attention to what my own grades were. ISU was on<br />
the quarter system – that is, the school year was divided into three ‘quarters’ rather than two semesters –<br />
and John had been able to get his grades up high enough the previous spring to become an active during<br />
fall quarter <strong>of</strong> ’71. That was why, although he was a great guy, we didn’t really count him as one <strong>of</strong> the<br />
members <strong>of</strong> ‘our’ pledge class. Another guy, Jerry, was majoring in mechanical engineering because he<br />
thought ‘mechanical engineering’ meant ‘auto mechanics.’ I don’t know what kind <strong>of</strong> chimpanzee he<br />
must have had for a high school guidance counselor. Not too surprisingly, he didn’t make it through the<br />
first quarter <strong>of</strong> school and dropped out <strong>of</strong> college.<br />
That left seven <strong>of</strong> us. I didn’t realize it when we started out, but my six fellow pledges were to become<br />
my brothers in a very real sense and my dearest friends in life. In all the years since, only one other guy<br />
has joined their ranks as my brother and best friend. My new brothers were and are: Glen Wazny, a civil<br />
engineering major from Des Moines; Al Welch, a zoology major from the little Iowa town <strong>of</strong> Jefferson;<br />
Jerry Pribyl, a pre-veterinary medicine major from Omaha; Scott Morrison, an electrical engineering<br />
major from Des Moines, who would eventually switch majors and get degrees in architecture and civil<br />
engineering; Steve McCulloch, a landscape architecture major from Eden Prairie, Minnesota; and Rick<br />
Lyons, an industrial engineering major from Libertyville, Illinois. We began our freshman year as total<br />
strangers; we ended it as brothers for life. These six plus Bill plus Lyle plus one more guy we’ll talk about<br />
later are the only people in my life who occupy that place in my heart. Of course, all the members <strong>of</strong> a<br />
house are one’s fraternity brothers; ‘brother’ is what the Latin word frater means. They, too, become very<br />
special friends, just as your teammates on the football team do. But these six are extra special to me.<br />
The Sigma Nu house turned out to be neither animal house nor study grind house. In a peculiar way, it<br />
was both and it was neither. Iowa State’s full name is Iowa State University <strong>of</strong> Science & Technology,<br />
and most <strong>of</strong> the guys in the house were studying in the most difficult fields ISU had to <strong>of</strong>fer. If we had<br />
had an <strong>of</strong>ficial motto, it would have been Work hard, play hard. For most days <strong>of</strong> the week, the guys<br />
cracked the books hard and in the hallways <strong>of</strong> the house there would hang a tomb-like silence only<br />
occasionally disturbed by some raucous outbreak <strong>of</strong> horseplay. Of course, it takes some freshmen awhile<br />
to adjust to this regimen; it didn’t take anyone longer than it took me to make the adjustment. But the<br />
actives had their ways <strong>of</strong> disciplining pledges who didn’t quite get it yet and by the end <strong>of</strong> the first two<br />
quarters I wasn’t much <strong>of</strong> a go<strong>of</strong>-<strong>of</strong>f anymore. Learning how to be a serious student took me just a little<br />
bit longer and required guidance from two important people, one a great teacher and the other a great<br />
leader and motivator who was a sophomore studying civil engineering. His name is Don Munksgaard.<br />
That was the ‘work hard’ part <strong>of</strong> the fraternity’s character. The ‘play hard’ part kicked in as soon as<br />
classes were done on Friday and roared with full youthful red-blooded energy and passion into the wee<br />
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