From Good Bull: More Aggie Escapades, by John Hoyle:
One of the no-no’s in the Corps is to have a member of the opposite sex in your dorm room at the wrong hours. One night, a group of Fish saw a senior sneaking a young woman into his room. The freshmen, who were jealous anyway, decided fast action and quick thinking were needed to save the senior from himself.
Gathering outside the senior’s room, one of the group said, “Let’s serenade him. Everybody, now, all together—‘Jesus Loves Me.’”
Inside the room, the senior and his girl were castigated by the piety of this fine old religious hymn, hearing, “Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so.”
The next thing the you know, lights were visible under the door and soon the senior and his girl emerged with sheepish looks on their faces.
The freshmen had won again.
From The Passion of Being a Woman, by Mary Hugh Scott, a granddaughter of Hugh Roy and Lilly Cullen:
The Other: One of two. That which is different from one’s self, but whose differences are needed in order to complete one’s personality. A person’s primary other is a person of the opposite sex. Woman is man’s other, as he is hers. The difference between the sexes—their otherness—is the outward and physical manifestation of the two essential, fundamental principles of being human: the Feminine Principle (which is the other of the Masculine Principle (which is the other of the Feminine Principle). Neither men nor women can become fully human without the conscious incorporation of the other (principle) into the very fabric of their primary modes of being, so that whatever is other becomes part of them.
From Deep in the Heart of Texas: Reflections of Former Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders , by Suzette, Stephanie, and Sheri Scholz:
When [cheerleaders] went into a disco or restaurant it was almost as if they owned the place. As soon as they walked in everybody knew who they were. They could never spend a cent, even if they tried…They’d go to the most expensive restaurant in town with pennies in their purses and never worry about the check. They knew they’d never see a check. Men would fight over it.
“No, this is my check, buddy!”
“Forget it! I’ve been waiting for years to buy dinner for a Cheerleader and I’m doing it, damn it!”