Silver Crapper

Jerry Jones received his flush letter a couple of months into our fish year. Somehow an upper classman found out about it and "silver crapper" was scheduled that evening.

It happened after "call to quarters" was over. All the fish gathered at one end of the fall, dressed in raincoats and helmet liners (pisspots), all worn backwards. Jerry Jones was seated in a chair and other fish picked up the chair and slowly carried the chair and Jerry down the hall and into the restroom at the other end of the hall.

The rest of us fish followed behind, wailing in "sorrow". A couple of fish emptied trash cans, turned them upside down and beat an ominous dirge.

The crappers had five toilets and two urinals. Upper classmen had already assembled in the crapper and found any place they could to perch.

We somberly entered the crapper. Jerry's fish "ol' lady", Keith Myers, then began to read the flush letter. At particularly poignant points we fish would erupt into wails of sorrow. Finally, when the letter was finished, it was torn into 21 pieces. A fish stood by at each toilet and urinal and received 3 pieces each.

Then the command was given: Ready (one of the scraps was dropped into the waiting receptacle), Aim (the hand was place on the flush handle), Flush (the toilet or urinal was flushed). We fish would then erupt into great sessions of wailing after each flush.

The following day, we got a roll of toilet paper, unrolled it, and proceeded to write on it what we thought of her for "flushing" our fish bud. Someone then mailed it to her.

It was a heck of a way to have a little fun and take fish Jones mind off his grief for a short while.

Tom (TE) Schoolcraft