The 3rd periodic 340 Club Reunion has been postponed indefinitely

Before there was an Animal House there was a 340 Club; before there was a Dean Wormer there was a Harold "the fuck" Martin; before there was John Blutarsky or a Daniel Simpson Day there was Tim Lutter, Sil Simpson, Dan Joyce, Tim Getzloff, Dick Lichty, Jim Shay, Phil Zangari, Chris Joyce, Dave Petkosh, Mitch Herr, Kenny Giltner, Dean Staherski, Randy Brown, John Emswiler, Sue Krimmell Emswiler and myself; before there were any Delta Tau Chi pledge pins, there were 340 Club cards; before Otis Day & the Knights, the 340 Jukebox; before there were Delta Brothers there were the usual gang of idiots that congregated at 328, 340 (twice) and 338 West King Street in Lancaster, Pennsylvania for a decade beginning in August 1974. This blog is dedicated to those idiots and those times. God bless Kenny, Mitch and Chris; may they rest in peace.

















virtual 340 Club members

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

From the Poet Laureate

The Temple of 340 by Chris Joyce, 340 Club, January-June 1977

Words are spinning in and out,
Constructing unpatterned dreams,
Dissolution, unremembered reasonings,
Foots the basis for future schemes.

Thoughts unguarded in conversation,
Provide in retrospect,
A self servfing glimpse of hysteria
And a loss or gain of respect.

The accumulation of unfounded mania,
Rebounding from the Egg Man and Mr. City,
Provide extensions unimagined
By those of whom need pity.

Looking out for all who glitter,
And converting all the fools,
It is not a matter of decision,
We are all only Allah's tools.

The county judge,
Held a grudge,
Such forever more
For The Temple of 340.
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