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HE WAS sleeping peacefully in his room on this night for posterity. But six of his friends had gone into the central city and visited a lot of gin mills, absorbing - report has it - vast quantities of beer.
"These birds went downtown without even knowing anything about it," Rowbottom said.
When they returned to the campus at about 3 A.M., they were feeling as gay as the early morning lark and bright as the radio calisthenics instructor.

"They got under my window and started to yell my name," Rowbottom explained. "'Yea, Rowbottom,' Like that. I tried to prevail upon them to go home to bed."
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"After that," he said, "they put alarm clocks on the window sills and let them run down. All over the place. It was bedlam. But we were just all full of going home.
"The next night when I came back to the frat house (Rowbottom is Delta Tau Delta) from dinner, it started again. And the third night there was a snake dance down Woodland ave. But there was no damage done except some bottles were thrown out of the windows.
"We weren't saints, of course. There were open cars on Woodland ave. then and I remember when gangs of students would hop on them and pull the cash register cord."
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AND those were the original rowbottoms, which have haunted Rowbottom's life as an alumnus ever since.

Rowbottom has never attended a class reunion, although he was on the campus several times to visit his son. "But I only met graduates," he explained. He walked quietly through the campus, hoping nobody would ask him his name.
He learned what might happen in such an instance during World War I, when he went back for a fraternity affair.

"It sort of made a big commotion," he said. "The freshmen had just held their election and one of our pledges had elected his candidate. He was feeling pretty happy. And when I was introduced to him as 'Brother Rowbottom' that was all he needed.
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"HE RUSHED out on the campus, yelling my name. There was a snake dance on Woodland ave. They pulled down trolley wires. It was past midnight before it subsided enough so I could go back to the Bellevue-Stratford, where I was staying."
And that was the last Rowbottom went back officially as an alumnus or a member of Delta Tau Delta.
"Tell me," Rowbottom asked, "is the word rowbottom still used when they have trouble? I mean, among the students?"
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IT WAS explained that all that had to happen was for two or three students to stand on the street and utter the word, and in a few minutes hundreds would be shouting it.
"Well," he said, "they say that hoodlums and notables can go anywhere. I'm neither one. I guess you can sort of put me in between."
It's a long way from Woodland ave. to Park ave., but the ghosts of Rowbottom's college days have followed him there to this day. And not only there. Everywhere. Because Rowbottom does some traveling for his firm.
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"I WAS in Duluth one time," he recalled. "In a restaurant my friend introduced me to somebody.
"'Are you the Penn Rowbottom?' this person asked me."
"'I'm it,' I told him. It's sort of a funny thing." [[/column 2]]