The Panty Rescue that Made Patty Famous

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The Panty Rescue that Made Patty Famous

By Jack Rawlins

In 1952, Patty Petrosky was a student nurse at the University of Pennsylvania. She and her classmates often discussed the panty raid fad that was sweeping through colleges across the nation.

Some of her friends prayed it wouldn’t happen at Penn. Others prayed it would. Some tried to get Mrs. Strictly, house mother, to lock their undies in the safe. Some kept them handy to be passed out. Some locked their doors and windows. Others left them ajar--and hoped for the best.

In April, just before spring break, the guys at Drexel Institute of Technology, a few blocks away, targeted Penn for their maiden panty raid.

Patty, a coal miner’s daughter from Shamokin, Pennsylvania was a gutsy gal who grew up with four rough, tough brothers. She was captain of her high school lacrosse team where she earned a rep as a master of the cheap shot. She said, “It’s not how you play the game, it’s whether or not you win.”

Still, everyone loved Patty, even though she scared the poo out of them.

The night the boys from Drexel came calling, Patty was in the shower. When she heard the roar of male voices, the sound of pounding feet, and screams of terror or delight, she grabbed her robe and dashed down the hall to her room. When she arrived a nerdy-looking twerp with thick glasses ran out the door clutching a pair of her panties.

As she said later, “I chased the little bastard and tried to tackle him. I missed the tackle, but caught his back pocket. I tore it off with his wallet in it.”

The police were on the scene in minutes, but the sturdy sons of Drexel with many pairs of prized panties, had vanished into the night.

Patty was missing one pair of panties, but she had Bobbie Murray’s wallet and address. As she slipped on her sweats and sneakers and took her aluminum lacrosse stick from the closet, she said, “It’s not that I don’t have other panties; it’s the principle of the thing. When you’re in the back seat and a guy has your panties in his pocket, he’s just borrowing them; when he steals them and hangs them on the wall, he’s just being a pervert or a budding transvestite.”

At 1:00 AM, Patty executed the daring rescue of her panties that made her famous. A one-woman blitz, she burst into Kappa Crappa Phi and asked the house mother for directions to Bobbie’s room. The frightened lady said, “You can’t come in here!”

“I already am, my dear,” said Patty. “ Where the hell is he? He has stolen property which can get both of you in a lot of trouble.” She immediately got directions.

Patty bounded up the stairs and kicked on Bobbie’s door. “Who is it?” he squeaked.

“It’s the hooker you ordered, “purred Patty.

“I didn’t order a hooker,” said Bobbie as he opened the door. “I just got here and –Ow!”

Patty whacked him in the crotch with the butt end of her lacrosse stick then pushed him in the face with the pocket end. “My panties, twerp," she said through gritted teeth, "or you will never be a daddy.”

“Okay” said Bobbie as he crawled to a jacket hung on a chair, pulled out the panties and flipped them to Patty. “It was only a joke,” he groaned. ”Please don’t hit me with that stick again.”

“I won’t,” said Patty, sweetly as she tossed his wallet on the floor. “I’m studying to be an angel of mercy.”

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