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Headless Norse: Sleeping in Weston Noble's bed

Date 11/14/2002 12:00 AM | Topic: Opinion

As is the case with many current students, my mother once attended Luther College. I'm sure that many of you, whose parent or parents once wandered the irrational maze of chalk-covered sidewalks, have been subjected to an overabundance of tales from their college years. I also bet that you think that you have probably heard them all a million times over, from fond memories of Mabe's and the Whippy Dip, to long nights of drinking, to tales of naked soccer. I fell prey to the wishful thinking that I had heard them all as well, until now.

I happily reminisced with my mom as we drove home from a dinner out during break. Very predictably, we got to talking about Luther. She told me how Miller and Dieseth used to be called Tower 1 and Tower 2. And of course she talked about the typical roommate horror stories like the one where she had to get Health Services to force her first roommate to start taking showers. Eventually we got to the subject of how uncomfortable the dorm beds are and she told me that she once got to sleep in Weston Noble's bed.

I had never heard this one before, so I asked her to elaborate. And elaborate she did.

Let me tell you, ignorance, as they say, truly is bliss. Apparently, Weston Noble used to allow one of his favorite and trusted students to live in his house while he went out of town. My mother was good friends with one such student. He had been given the use of Weston's house for the weekend and my mother stayed over to keep him company. No, they didn't throw a kegger (The Red House, the Rugby House, and the Noble House? Wouldn't that be the day!), but she did sleep in Weston Noble's bed and she had company and I will not elaborate further, but I think you get the picture. Let's just say this was one story I really did not want to hear about my mother. So here's some advice: Have fun at college. Take advantage of your youth.

Go crazy. Do all the impractical things that you can't do in the real world. But when you grow up and have kids of your own, please don't tell them every detail of it. Think of the children! Won't somebody please think of the children!

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Carol Gilbertson
Circulation manager

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