Emory has some skeletons in the closet. Well, just one, really—Dooley, our unofficial mascot and mischief maker. Dooley has been a campus figure, so to speak, since 1899. His character and countenance have evolved to the point that, each year when other schools might be having their own versions of ‘spirit week,’ Emory holds Dooley’s Week, with a real spirit walking around. He shows up at random events throughout the year and never speaks, but is flanked by a handpicked team of bodyguards, one of whom speaks for him. Dooley has been known to arrive on campus via helicopter, motorcycle . . . even from a grave on the Quad.
During Dooley’s Week, students write limericks asking him to dismiss them from class. (The professor cannot protest against this bony rule-bender.) Here's a sample limerick:
Oh please rescue me dear Lord Dooley
I fear I’m becoming unruly
So bored by my prof
That I sleep like a sloth
Snory and scratchy and drooly.