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MineralMan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 11:49 AM
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MineralMan's Open School Prank Thread
School pranks. Did you do them? Do you remember notable ones you didn't do? Let's hear about schooldays pranking, the bigger and more elaborate, the better. I'll start off with two from my own schooldays. High School Class of 1963 Let's hear yours!

The Church Bells

Our high school was immediately across the street from a large Presbyterian Church -- the one I attended in those days. Every day, precisely at Noon, and just before the last class before lunch was released, that church played a hymn on its electronic carillon. It was an important marker during the day, since we all got to leave the classroom and have a delicious luncheon prepared by the friendly cafeteria ladies.

Being an active youth member of that church, I was a familiar figure there, and was often in the church at odd hours, doing janitorial chores and the like. While visiting the pastor in his office one day, I notices a commercial-looking record player in his office. Making a casual inquiry, I discovered that it was the source of the noon carillon sounds. It played a stack of 78 rpm records, dropping a new one on the platter each day.

Later on that day, it occurred to me that there might be a pranking possibility in this. Our household was not equipped with a 45 rpm record player, so we had to buy 78 rpm records of our favorite music. In my collection was a Little Richard recording, the title of which escapes me at the moment. That seemed a likely selection. So, one Saturday afternoon, a time when I normally volunteered to do some janitorial duties at the church, I slipped the Little Richard 78 into the middle of the stack of carillon records.

A few days later, while sitting in my Junior English class, Noon arrived, and with it, a very loud Little Richard song playing right into the windows of the classroom. There was a momentary silence, with open mouths on the part of the student body, followed by applause and loud cheers.

The pastor of the church said nothing, but changed the lock on his office. I continued to be the Saturday janitor.


Rock 'n Roll Cafeteria

Our school cafeteria wasn't really all that bad. There was the mystery meat, of course, and the bland, overcooked mac and cheese, but it was all edible. About the only tasteless thing in our cafeteria was the music that played during lunch. The radio station selected for this music played hits from the 1940s, exclusively. Now, I didn't have any problem with Big Band music, but it was hardly the favorite of a high school in the early 1960s.

Attempts were made by several student groups to get the radio station changed to some other station...one that played music more in keeping with our interests. These requests fell on deaf ears, of course. Rock and Roll was highly suspect in 1961. Who knows what playing it in the cafeteria at lunchtime would lead to?

Something needed to be done. I was the drum major of the school's marching band, and the instrument room and band director's officer were in the cafeteria. I had keys to both. (Actually, I had a master key for the entire school). I also knew of an interesting closet in the radio room at the school's shop building and was an active radio experimenter.

After school one afternoon, I let myself into the school's shop building and headed for the radio room. TV/Radio repair had once been offered as a shop class, but the class was no longer being taught. I borrowed a signal generator (a very low-powered transmitter) and a clock switch that would let me turn on a device at a regular time each day.

Locking up, I went to the cafeteria. The radio that played the lunchtime music happened to be located in the band director's office, so I let myself in there. Also in that office was the access panel to the attic of the cafeteria, so I climbed up into the attic, where I installed the clock switch and the signal generator with a wire antenna. An extension cord snaked down invisibly behind a tall shelf unit to power them.

I turned on the radio and my signal generator, and tuned both to the station normally used for the music. A few adjustments and the radio station was replaced by a loud howling sound. I set up the clock switch to turn the signal generator on five minutes after our lunch period began, then covered my tracks and locked everything back up.

Next day, lunch period started as usual, with the Big Band music wailing. But...five minutes into the lunch period a loud howling sound came out of the speakers. The janitor was summoned, and he opened the band director's office and tried to tune in the station better. Nothing worked, so he tuned it to a station playing the hits of the day. The kids applauded. The radio stayed on the new station from that time forward, since nobody bothered to change it again.

After a couple of weeks of decent music, I reversed the prank and returned the equipment back to the radio room. Our cafeteria was a Rock and Roll cafeteria from that time on. A few people knew why, but were sworn to secrecy.
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There you have a couple of the many pranks I pulled. Let's hear yours, whether you actually did them yourself or were just a student who appreciated them.
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Heidi Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 12:01 PM
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1. I was raised Baptist, so of course I didn't do school pranks, but I _heard_
about some very bad kids who used gray electrical tape to simulate jail bars on the windows of the Job Corps dorm at the nearby university. I also heard about some very bad kids who put a huge stage light, connected to a gas-powered generator, in the bed of a pickup truck, and used it to turn off all of the photoelectric cells in the lights on Main Street.

I would not have been part of any such activities, though. I was a good girl and a band geek.
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Kali Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 12:06 PM
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2. ...
:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :patriot:
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Heidi Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 12:11 PM
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3. I also heard about a VERY BAD boy,
Edited on Wed Mar-03-10 12:18 PM by Heidi
not a close associate of mine, you understand, who staged his own version, buck nekkid, of Rodin's "The Thinker" on top of the bull in front of Sirloin Stockade, on a Saturday night, and managed to survive without an MIP on his record.

Rough crowd, those northeastern Oklahoma kids. Buncha juvenile delinquents. They're probably all in prison or livin' abroad today. :rofl:
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Richardo Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 12:17 PM
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6. I *knew* you were kicked out of the country!
:bounce:
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Heidi Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 12:20 PM
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7. Actually, I _escaped_ the grasp of Oklahomans who'd asked,
"Who the hell is RODIN?"


Imagine Greg A. in this pose, astride a big ol' fiberglass bull in Muskogee, Oklahoma. He was a rassler, so he had the physique for it, at least. :rofl:
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MineralMan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 12:29 PM
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10. Hmm....living abroad, are they? What a coincidence....
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MineralMan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 12:27 PM
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9. A very good girl, no doubt.
By the way, my proof is on your other thread, you band geek, you.
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Dr. Strange Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 12:13 PM
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4. Best one I ever heard of:
Release three pigs into school, with the numbers 1, 2, and 4 on their sides. Watch as the staff spends all day trying to find #3.
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Heidi Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 12:14 PM
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5. Kansas? Or Nebraska?
:rofl:
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Richardo Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 12:23 PM
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8. First of all, let me say that I really admire the engineering-slash-geek content of these pranks
Edited on Wed Mar-03-10 12:28 PM by Richardo
:applause: Kudos!

When I was in junior high a group of us went over to the school one night and moved all of the round cafeteria tables (the kind with the benches attached) from the outdoor covered patio area out to the athletic field. Why? Couldn't say. It was a shitload of hard physical labor, though - we must have moved at least 25 of them.

It was fun to watch all those tables being moved back the next day and listening to all the speculation: who? why? how? and again, why?
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MineralMan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 12:30 PM
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11. A proper prank demands hard work on the prankster's part.
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CreekDog Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 02:14 PM
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16. My friends did the same thing for our graduation
Our tables were already outside, so my friends stacked them in a pyramid.

The school freaked out and wanted to withhold their diplomas but didn't know who did it. :rofl:

Me, I'm innocent. O8)
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MineralMan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 02:17 PM
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18. Oh, your innocence is well-understood. Bravo!
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alfredo Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 12:43 PM
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12. Pranks can actually be revenge. One friend had the
neighbor from hell. She would call the police on them for things like parking in front of her house. She kept her TV on full blast all day, but would complain about their music.
This neighbor had roses, and that was the target of their revenge. What they did was make a mixture of yeast, sugar, water and mashed fruit. They spread that on and around the roses. Japanese beetles love that mixture.
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MineralMan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 12:45 PM
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13. A Band Geek's Prank
At our high school, back in 1963, we had a flag-raising ceremony every morning, just before first period. One of the band's trumpet players would come out on the quad and play the bugle call: To The Colors.

I got a bright idea. I gathered together three other guys and we rehearsed that bugle call, but on the band's four sousaphones. We worked on it before band class until we had it down perfectly. Then, we told the trumpet player to take a hike one morning, and went out with our four sousaphones and rendered the bugle call flawlessly as the flag went up.

Next thing we knew, we were in the principal's office, who began chewing us out for ridiculing the flag, etc., etc. As the spokesperson for the quartet (and the instigator) I explained to the principal that sousaphones were just big bugles and that we had rehearsed this for days. I pointed out that we played the bugle call flawlessly and meant no disrespect to the flag at all. He lost the argument, and we all went back to band class.

The thing was, that we really didn't mean any disrespect, although the laughter and cheers from the student body were not unwelcome. It was a fine prank, and the flag got raised to a bugle call...just played two octaves lower than usual.
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MineralMan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 02:13 PM
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14. A Drum Major's Prize Half-Time Show
Edited on Wed Mar-03-10 02:18 PM by MineralMan
Because I fit into the existing Drum Major's uniform, I got that job when I was a Junior. Our band director hated marching band, and wouldn't participate at all, so I was in charge. I had access to the school's collection of half-time shows, and the like, so it worked out pretty well, although I was always sort of winging it.

After one show, though, there were complaints. We had done a very technical drill-based halftime show and one school official send down a memo saying it wasn't entertaining enough. Too regimented, the memo said. Too "geometrical." What he meant is that we left out the big spelling out of the acronym of the school's name...a traditional part of most of the half-time-shows, but boring.

Now, we had worked very hard on that drill-based routine, which involved lots of measured-step routines. We thought it went great. There was grumbling amongst the band members about the memo. Our band director just gave his usual shrug, and left it to me.

Now, that was always a mistake, but especially so after a whine from a school administrator, the smart-ass drum major's natural enemy.

So, I designed the next half-time show myself, instead of using one from the book. Took a lot of work, too, and the band worked hard on it. I had explained the philosophy of the show to the band, and they though it just might do the trick.

Came time for the game, and we took the field at halftime, in the usual way, marching in formation to the center of the field. I blew my whistle and pumped my baton, and the music began. But, instead of going through a clever set of routines making cute designs on the field, the members of the band marched individually in random directions, returning to the formation near the end of the number. Then, we marched to a new place on the field, started the next piece and, again, broke into random marching. We repeated that for the entire show. The script being read by the announcer described each routine, using the language of modern dance routines, supplied by my girlfriend, who was a dancer. "And now, our marching band, led by its Drum Major, Mineral Man, offers its interpretation of Brownian Motion." (An actual line from the script--I was taking physics that semester).

It was absurd. It was random. It was most definitely not what was expected. The fans at the game finally figured out that we were screwing with them, and the laughter got louder with each of the random routines. The announcer got into the mood and read the script very seriously and with good emotional content: "In keeping with the Autumn season, the band gives its impression of falling leaves in a forest."

We got no more complaints from the administration about our half-time shows. I did, however, get to visit the Principal's office once again, where I amused myself by watching him try to keep from breaking into laughter as he scolded me.

We repeated our routine one more time, in front of the judge's stand at the parade for the county fair. We did not win an award that year, for some reason.
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Deep13 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 02:13 PM
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15. The best prank I ever witnessed...
...was on the last day of class one year in high school. The HS was a small rectangular building for 400 students. A narrow side of the rectangle was facing the street and the gym was stuck on the rear right side. On the rear left side was a glass double door with a similar set of double doors near the principal's office at the front. Well with the school nearly empty and the doors held open for ventilation, one student (let's call him "Lenny Burt") decided the school was the perfect place to break the land-speed record on his motorcycle.

I was on the other side of the rectangle when I heard a deafening roar reach cresendo and fade away. I went to investigate to see a 5" wide black stripe run from the back door, across the carpet and out the front door. Hey! Lenny Burt ran his bike right through the school! Did you see what Lenny Burt did?! Yeah, it was Lenny Burt on a motorcycle!

A few seconds later the principal came out of his office and asked if we knew who did that. I couldn't tell, it happened so fast. He was wearing a helmet so I didn't see. I was on the other side of the building when I heard it. Could have been anyone!

To this day, Lenny Burt has the stature of an Olympic gold medalist amoung our former classmates.
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MineralMan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 02:17 PM
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17. Now, that was a fine performance on Lenny's part.
He deserves his accolades, for sure.
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kentauros Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 02:31 PM
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19. One prank of which I played a minor role:
Our little sub-group in band seemed to like wanton destruction of school property, but always in creative ways.

For whatever reasons, the Field House (the basketball court) was unlocked. Okay, fine, we were in "exploring" in no time, with me helping to take things apart. I always seemed to have tools on me just for that purpose. Hmmm. Down came one of the mirrors in the Boys' restroom and into a hiding place amongst the instrument shelves. Now we just had to come up with some way to 'use' it.

One of the other brainy geeks in the group (we seemed to have an inordinate number of geniuses in our group), a saxophonist (and a physicist now) got an idea without telling the rest of us. I guess he told a couple of others because the next day, a nice sunny late summer day, he and two others were out in the lawn in front of the Field House, eating lunch during their hour after band class. They had the mirror with them. They were also on a line-of-sight with the front door to the Principal's office, and that was a glass door. In that single hour, they shined enough extra sunlight through that door, even turning it away when people approached, to burn out the a/c unit! :rofl:
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MineralMan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 02:36 PM
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20. What is it about band geeks? The pranksters all seem to
come from the band. All that buzzing around the mouth goes to your brain, I guess.
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kentauros Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Mar-03-10 06:00 PM
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21. Or we didn't get the craziness beaten out of us.
Jocks got their brains bashed as part of what they do, kickers just did it to themselves because they liked a good fight, and the other nerds didn't have the assertiveness of band members to get into trouble (without getting caught)

We also pre-dated Letterman's "Throwing things off of a five-story building" by throwing things off the bleachers. During lunch hour, not at games ;)
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