Pike memories:

From Ralph Griggs

Let me tell you a quick story about King Pharr.  Flashback::  Hell Week - Spring 57.  Couple or three members gathered up 8/10 of us pledges and took us in two cars out to Eagle Mill one night after 10 o'clock.  They dumped us and it was all of 12/15 miles back (maybe more) to the house.  While they were razing us saying like see you in the morning, King slid behind the rear car and proceeded to step up on the back bumper in a squatted position hanging on with his finger tips to the seam at top of truck and off they went with that idiot hanging on.  When the car stopped at a stoplight in Springdale, he stepped off without being seen, went to a pay phone, called a buddy who had a pick-up truck and within 20/30 minutes we were all picked up by the buddy in the pick-up and carried back to the Pike House.  We sat in the lounge and greeted the members who had stopped off at Jug's before returning to the house.    Needless to say, they were seriously amazed at how we pulled that off.  And they released us to go to bed without any further to do.  King pulled off the neatest and most stupid trick of the decade.  It is truly a wonder he didn't get killed...   You may remember the Alma Canning Company.  That was his dad's.  Later it became part of the Allen Canning Co.  Kings dad was the spinach king of our part of the world.  King said he remembers the incident very well but he was a lot thinner then....  Ralph

From Bill (Chappie) Allsopp: pledge class 1952 (who still loves tinkering with thing mechanical and electronic).

There were two very strongly divided factions at AZ back in the early 50's.  One faction had been transplanted in from a new chapter that I believe had only recently been started in Magnolia.  These were all south Arkansas farm boys who were trying to wrest a certain amount of power away
from the city boys who were deeply entrenched in Pike politics.  For reasons that I still do not fully understand, I (who even today remain pretty much a-political) became the target of their displeasure.

One night they came and hauled me out of bed, put me in the trunk of a car and drove out into the country side.

I was an engineering student and had always had a love for machinery, so I had little trouble in opening the trunk lid in the dark and even before we left Fayetteville, was peering out of the crack I had opened and was plotting my escape.   They apparently hit every traffic light just right and the car never stopped while we were in town.

Eventually they came to a cross road and stopped long enough to argue about which way to go.  I slipped out of the trunk and onto the roadway. Having no shoes and being dressed only in my under shorts, I stood off the side of the road as they went tearing away in a new direction.   It was a
reasonably warm night that was brightly lit with a full moon.    Even though I consider myself a resourceful person,  I had no idea of what to do other than to start walking back towards  town.   After a short time a truck came lumbering down the road.  It turned out to be a milk man who
was headed into Fayetteville to pick up his daily load for local delivery.   He stopped and after having a hearty laugh at my predicament, he said hop in and he delivered me to the Pike house.

Because it was so late, few of the brothers were up to see me wandering through the front door in my shorts, but my roommate heard the whole story when I got to our room.

I never found out how much further they drove before discovering that I had vanished, but they arrived at the Pike house well over an hour after I had returned.  From that time on, I was pleased to discover that their attitude towards me had changed and I was never again the target of their animosity.

Thanks for sharing your story.  I sometimes get the willies thinking about what could have happened if they had started up when I was half out of the trunk.  But even that would have been preferable to being thrown off a car making a sharp turn at almost any speed.  King Phar is definitely very talented.