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In 1975, fourteen students at Ringling School of Art and Design founded Alpha Sigma Beta, the Art Student Brotherhood. The founding president was William Sillesky. Not until fourteen years later, under the presidency of Dan Hamilton, did the idea of affiliating with a national fraternity become a reality. Thomas Gavel was president during the year long fraternity selection process. After interviewing several fraternities, Alpha Sigma Beta became an interest group of Phi Delta Theta. An expansion petition was sent to the GeneralHeadquarters and unanimously approved by the General Council on April 26, 1991.

Alpha Sigma Beta became the Florida Lambda Colony of Phi Delta Theta Fraternity under the presidency of Brett Circe on September 22, 1991. Many Phi´s from around the state attended, including Sean Keefer, a consultant from Headquarters, Ed Hopper, the Chi South Province President, and Ken Carle, the Alumni Club president in Sarasota and Colony Adviser.

Over the next year and a half the colony worked hard to fulfill requirements set by the General Headquarters in order to become a chapter. Our hard work paid off. On the weekend of Janurary 29th and 30th 1993 under the Presidency of Jason Sawyer, the Florida Lambda Colony became the Florida Lambda Chapter of Phi Delta Theta, making us the 228th Chapter in Phi Delta Theta history.

The ceremonies took place at First Baptist Church in downtown Sarasota and the Old Asolo Theatre on the grounds of the Ringling Museum.

Representatives from the General Headquarters in Oxford, Ohio came down to conduct the ceremonies. Those representatives were: Abe Cross, Director of Chapter Services and Arby D. Dickert, Member at large of the General Council.

Affiliating With A National Fraternity

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(The ASB Constitution is the Florida Lambda Mission Statement)

We, the young men of Ringling School of Art and Design, have gathered to build a society of artists, whose energies demand that they be creative and constructive with regards to the needs of those around them. In this common purpose, we have banded together to fulfill individual needs of fellowship; we will serve the student body, the school, and the community. In this structure, there is growth of responsible men.

Written by the Alpha Sigma Beta founding fathers, 1975

ASB Constitution

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  1. Colors: Busch Blue and Fifth Value Grey
  2. Founded: 1975
  3. First President: Bill Seleski
  4. Beer: Busch
  5. Name: Art Student Brotherhood
  6. Number of Founding Fathers: 14

ASB Facts

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  • Toys for Tots
  • POW-MIA
  • Habitat for Humanities
  • Pelican Man Bird Sanctuary

Community Service

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  • ASB built the hill where the cube rests
  • Sea Escape Cruise
  • Football Game
  • Reunion

Events

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  • Bandito
  • Bo-Bo
  • Boo Boo Pop
  • Super-Sonic Bionic
  • Real Bad

Family Names

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  • Annual Toga
  • Western
  • Love Shack

Parties

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  1. Bil Sillesky
  2. John Sillesky
  3. Martin Taylor
  4. Tracy Lakes
  5. Dan Green
  6. Mark Frankel
  7. Jeff Beith
  8. Jay McCarthy
  9. William Haas
  10. Dan Hamilton
  11. Thomas “T” Gavel
  12. Brett Circe
  13. Jason Sawyer

Presidents

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  • She was a virgin
  • Born in the backwoods
  • I´m a beaver
  • The Birdie song
  • She was wading in the water…
  • Smurfing (?)
  • Glowing (?)
  • Way of the Bees

Songs

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It was the spring of 1990 and the annual ASB commencement was under way. Everyone was excited because we all had such a great time together. Commencement canoe trips were typically “Anything Goes”, the goal was to get trashed and bond with all the brothers.

Well, things were rolling along and we had been knock´m back pretty much all day when we finally arrived at our camp spot. This was a fun time because shortly after pulling the canoe to shore we quickly grabbed shovels and searched for the time capsule which was buried from the year before. In these time capsules were things such as ASB t-shirts, Busch beer, trophys and whatever else. It was always an honor to be able to chug the beer from the time capsule and that year the lucky guy was Kevin Wallace. Kevin had been drinking quite a bit that day and was probably about 3 hours ahead of everyone else. He was celebrating his victory as “Frat Wuss” which he won on the bus ride up river before the canoe trip.

Nightfall was in and tension had been building between and Kevin and a fairly untolerate Mike Scott. They had been exchanging words throughout the course of the day and by nightfall Kevin´s negotiating skills were not at an all time high. As we all sat around the fire Kevin was ranting and raving how we were all just a bunch of ignorant Yankees who could care less for our country and on and on. He said “I would die for the south!” which was serious by him yet couldn´t be funnier to anyone else. Mike, who was sitting on the other side on the fire didn´t see the amusement that we all saw in just watching Kevin and his drunken sailer stance around the fire. Kevin was cross eyed, slurring, drooling and staggering like an infant on his third day of walking. Mike decided that he was going to make Kevin shut Up! Wrong, as soon as he said something, Kevin came running over and tackled him. They rolled around for a while and than Kevin ran into the woods. It was like a seen out of a Friday the 13th movie. Where did he go? Mike who was known for being a bit full of himself, said he popped him good- with a smile on his face. We were concerned about where Kevin was because he could of registered a 5.3 on a State Trooper alcohol test and was lost in the woods. None of us were sober to enough to organize a search party to find him so we did what any other drunken frat brother would have done.- We all talked about how funny he looked making a drunken ass of himself.

Man, we were laughing and carrying on when all of a sudden a SCCARRY Drunk and Very bloody Kevin Wallace comes running from the woods yelling: STOP TALKING ABOUT ME!!! At this point we restrained him and put him to bed. It was because of Kevin Wallace that I remember the Canoe trip of 91´. Thanks Kevin!

Ralph Miolla pledge 88

Stories: The Kevin Wallace Classic

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