Between the gawkiness of early adolescence and the dignity of full manhood, we find a creature known as an SAE. He comes in assorted sizes, weights, and ages. But all seem to have the same creed: to enjoy every minute of every hour of every day; to delay doing assignments and term papers; to anticipate forthcoming weekends; to engage in all-night bull sessions; to do the right thing at the wrong time and the wrong thing at the right time; to spend money extravagantly; to complain incessantly; and to work every once-in-a-while as brothers.

An SAE is Truth with lipstick on his collar; beauty adulterated only by a T-shirt and khakis; wisdom with a beer in his hand; hope-for-a future with a date on his arm. He is composite-he has energy of a pocket sized atomic bomb; the responsibility of an overnight guest, much curiosity, the lungs of a dictator; the enthusiasm of an evangelist, the fault finding ability of a professor; the friendliness of a politician, and the ingenuity of an inventor.

The SAE is a magical creature. He can make you miserable or elated. He can make you laugh or he can make you cry. He can be serious or he can be irresponsible. He likes "being easy", girls, parties, bourbon, girls, as little work as possible, beer, pledges, weekend beach trips, socials, road trips, kegs of

beer, and more girls. He is not much for blind-dates, being a pledge, soy-bean burgers, getting up early, and the Kas.

Nobody else is quite so attractive or so aware of it. Nobody else gets so much fun out of a joke or a TV program. Nobody else can sleep as much, drink as much, date as much, cram as much, or enjoy life as much.

Mothers love them, fathers finance them, others boys envy them, girls glorify them, and the rest of the world is divided on the subject.