UncleEbenezer wrote:Love the anecdotes. Perhaps in your time it had happened within the memory of some folks you encountered? In my day the stories of college powers had kind-of a folklore status.
Lots of things happened in my time. One classic concerned a party in a friend's rooms after the end of term. About midnight there was a knock on the door and it was the College Dean. He volunteered to let any visitors out through the side door, to avoid having to climb out, then turned and saw 3 women in the room. He was as good as his word, and we all left quietly.
Another occasion in my first year, my bicycle got drunk and would only go in semicircles. I ended up on the floor of a friend's digs overnight and returned to College, slightly less intoxicated, about breakfast time. I discovered that my scout had closed my "Oak" to cover my non-presence. He also dosed me with Dr J Collis-Browne's Chlorodyne, which had a very beneficial effect. A good lad, was Jim Bayliss.
Climbing in was undertaken on a number of occasions. Not too difficult, as there was usually a bicycle placed strategically against the wall of the Rector's Garden. Using this to get over the wall, the next hurdle was to get onto the roof of the Library Passage, then onto the roof of the "Fleet" (the toilet block) and down into the Grove. We shared this route with Brasenose, next door. An alternative route was via All Saints' Churchyard, with just railings to negotiate to get to the Library Passage.
Another peculiarity was St Anne's, who had a regulation saying that gentlemen could be entertained to breakfast on Sunday Mornings after 10am. Usually the opposite sex were only allowed in between 2 and 7pm.
One could go on...
TJH