Back in the 1950s, there was a 10:30 evening curfew when we gals were “bed counted.” After which, once in a while, a few of us would jump out a first-floor dorm window and get over to the Indian reservation in Tama — to drink beer. The hitch being you were unable to get back in until 6 a.m. when the loggia doors were unlocked for the milkman. All these years later, my particulars may be a little inaccurate but that excitement still makes me smile.

Author Info: 
Carol J. Wolff Horky ’58
Los Angeles, CA
United States