Was never in a fraternity at State, so please don't take my post as anti-Greek. All due respect to those here who were Greek, but could it be that this is part of a trend (and not just at PSU)? Considering the vast majority of students are not in a frat/sorority, would a decline in Greek life ultimately matter? Again, since I never took part in one, I just don't know.
Would Thon survive without Fraternities and Sororities? Can't say since I graduated years ago.
I think the Phi Psi 500 was maybe the biggest fund raising event on campus in the 70s and early 80s, and as soon as they turned it into a dry event, it died. I ran in it probably at least 10 or 15 straight years from the early 70s. After I graduated, I would bring guys down from home. They were amazed.
As soon as I heard they got rid of the beer, I wasn't going to waste my time driving 4 hours anymore. Running 1.1 miles with a couple of hills stone cold sober isn't that big a deal if you are in shape. Especially if there are thousands of people on the streets cheering you on. But running 1.1 miles chugging a beer at each bar??? Now THAT was a challenge!
I could be wrong, but I think former Olympian Greg Fredericks held the record at something like 5 minutes, 45 seconds or thereabouts. Anyone that ever ran in it knows that that time is beyond incredible.
Sprinting from Phi Psi to that first bar, you felt like Jessie Owens or Carl Lewis. Chugged that first beer, and sprinted to the second bar. Chugged that second beer and ran to the third bar. Drank that third beer, realized the music was starting to sound just a little bit better, and while the beer was starting to slosh around in your stomach from the running and bar steps, you would do your best to run to the 4th bar.
By now, not only was the music sounding great, but the girls were looking smoking hot, but you still had a goal to reach. You ran (jogged as best you could) to the 5th bar, looking for any strategically placed giant garbage cans that thank goodness were plentiful along the way.
That last bar would always be really tough. The place would always be jammed pack and rockin. I would be pretty much either hammered or sick by that time. But it was the best sick feeling in the World! Once you hit a waste basket, you were good as new for staying and partying!! BUT..... you still had that last steep hill to run up. Locust Lane was always like Mt Everest.
I was pretty much out of breath by the time I got back to the finish line. But then.... it was time to PARTY!!!!! This was DEFINITELY not your typical 1.1 mile course.
Never saw a fight or anything close to a fight. Everyone was always in an utterly euphoric mood, and having fun. One year, I think even the police departments ran. It was just a different time, and definitely a better time.
Oh ya. Thousands and Thousands of dollars were raised for different charities from that race every year. And it got to a point where there were over 1,000 runners.
Unfortunately, students today will never get a chance to experience anything like that ever again. Those definitely were the Good Old Days!!!