In 1969 I transferred to KU as a junior and lived in Ellsworth Hall.  We had a great group of guys on my floor and the lottery was a big deal that all of us viewed with trepidation.

As that first lottery night approached the tension mounted–all of us concerned about what our own number would be but also concerned about who would be drawn first.  Someone came up with idea of forming a pool where the winner would be the guy whose birthdate was drawn first. We all chipped in $1 and sat together that night.  I don’t remember who "won" the pool; my own number was 283, which was never called.