Back in 1974, I was a junior at Presbyterian College. There was a fad on campuses all over America called Streaking. Students would run nude across campus and try not to get caught by the police. We were warned a head of time that the PC students were not allowed to streak. It would mean that the police would arrest whoever they caught, and the school would take appropriate disciplinary action including expulsion.
There was a rumor around campus that some students were going to streak on an upcoming night. The police were ready, as were the administration officials. No girls showed up for the event, but a few guys did. They had bags over their heads to avoid being recognized, and there was alcohol involved. One of my Theatre friends went running across campus, but his bag turned sideways, and he couldn't see out of the eye holes of the bag. He ran right into a police car and was stopped. He was fined for indecent exposure and let go. The school didn't do anything except tell him not to do it again.
I got caught up in the streaking fever that night, but I wasn't going to run across campus. I stripped down in the restroom of the Student Center and ran ten feet to the next building over which was a classroom building. I don't think anybody saw me, because all of the attention was on the students across campus. Just as well.
Some of the girls did expose their butts from the windows of a dorm to the adoring boys down below. We cheered for more, but that was all they were willing to do.
It was a wild night at PC. It was supposed to be a religious school. It was in name only.
