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But as time
rolled on, Bamboo grew out of its infancy, and
truly began to expand. An apartment was no longer
adequate. We moved into our first real house. It
was immense in comparison to its predecessor, with
six bedroom, two living rooms, and no neighbors. A
unique combination of further expansion and a great
tragedy necessitated a move in the summer of 1967
into our next and present house. It was located at
144-20 Roosevelt Ave. in Flushing and was larger
and better equipped than anyone could have hoped
for.
As far back as I
can remember, Bamboo has been one off the major
athletic powers among houseplans, especially in the
spring terms. But, here too, we are undergoing
change. Where we used to powerful in such
individual sports as table tennis, tennis, and
badminton, and weak in the major sports, the
opposite is now the case. Last year, we did
exceedingly and surprisingly well in football,
volleyball,softball, and track. Our hopes for this
year are sky-high in the aforementioned sports, as
well as in bowling, golf, and swimming.
Socially, Bamboo
is very strong. No other houseplan can make the
following statement: In our ten years, we have
participated in eight Follies and every Frolics. We
have been in Carnival every year since our
creation. Last year, we won the event with Desiree.
Every Friday night, there is either a stag party or
a blind-date function. Every few Saturday nights,
there is a dated event. We have a Special Events
Committee which, in the past, has produced and
directed memorable functions such as our Las Vegas
Nites, nights at the Red Garter, the Fireplace,
Knick and Ranger games, and our annual New Year's
Eve gala event. In fact, the very first event by
the committee, a Bear Mountain Hike in 1965, became
a CHP event the following spring.
Eight of our June
graduates will be married to girls they met at a
Bamboo event, by the time this paper reaches
print.
However, a
winning skit or a clutch touchdown alone does not
produce a great houseplan. Bamboo takes pride in
the closeness of its members. Even before we had a
house, we were the closest of friends. We have
undergone tragedies, seen members come and go, and
had our share of disagreements. But through it all,
one thing always remained intact. At HOB, it is all
for one and one for all.
I have graduated,
and am leaving Bamboo after five years. I will
always have fond memories of great times and
lifelong friends with whom I shared my college
experience.
Up-to-date
info:
We have recently
learned that Glenn
Seidman was
the last House of Bamboo President and that HOB
ended in 1973. The two-family house on 149th and
Roosevelt Ave. burned down
a very dramatic
ending indeed! But a house is just a house. The
HOUSE OF BAMBOO will live on forever in
our hearts and in our minds!
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