They call him the streak...

[JerryBeeds]

http://www.dailygamecock.com/media/paper247/news/2005/09/16/News/Naked.Man.Sprints.Through.Cafeteria-987830.shtml :eek:

[OrangeCrush]

Don't look Ethyl :p

$20 says somebody in Columbia has started a streaking board where you pay $2 to $5 square and get the possible next location for a streaking event. Put me down for the Burger King. Call it a hunch.

[rabidcock]

Don't look Ethyl :p

$20 says somebody in Columbia has started a streaking board where you pay $2 to $5 square and get the possible next location for a streaking event. Put me down for the Burger King. Call it a hunch.

Hey, this will give you an indication of my age, but I was at Carolina when the streaking craze was in "vogue". I remember a group of about half a hundred men sitting on bookshelves on the second story of the glass-fronted Thomas Cooper Library, seemingly their prearranged destination, displaying their wares for all (mostly amused coeds) to see. I had been asked to participate by one of my good buddies, who was organizing a group from our (infamous, at that time) "headquarters" on 7th-floor LaBorde, one of the honeycombs (you USC students will know the whereabouts); however, I politely declined. I recall, while as a spectator at the revealing event, looking over at a bemused coed; she returned my gaze, smirking at me lasciviously, as if almost daring me to join them. It remains etched in my mind as a vivid memory.

[uscrebel]

In early 1973, the Steve Miller Band released an album titled The Joker. It was a minor classic and got tons of airplay. Shortly before our game with Miss State, the streaking craze took hold. On the Tuesday before the game, Steve Maxcy came to a....well, a gathering...wearing a mask he had bought in Memphis during the weekend. It was the Joker mask from the Album cover. (below)

We freakin' flipped out. As the...well, gathering...picked up steam (metaphor...think about it) we hatched a daring plot. The next morning Steve Saxon (No relation to Steve Maxcy or Steve Miller, but we took the confluence of Steves to be a good omen for our project.) and I drove to Memphis. We purchased the entire remaining stock of the Joker masks which total 11. (As a sidenote, we hit the Rendevous Room at Lunch for a couple of slabs of ribs.)

Friday morning, there was the usual pep rally at the old Union and Paul B. Johnson Commons. No one noticed the 12 guys approaching from four different directions. Each in a long raincoat or trenchcoat. Each clutching a small brown bag. The team was ready to board busses for the game in Jackson. Just as Coach Vaught was approaching the microphone, we all put on our masks. The signal was to be his first words. When he said, "Good Morning..." standing in groups of three in the crowd, we tore off our raincoats and ran to the center of the street next to the microphone and a very startled Coach Vaught. We started the Hoddy Toddy cheer in our altogether and as Campus security headed towards us, we scrambled and took off in as many different directions as possible.

The only fatality to the event was Steve Maxcy. As he was running, apparently his mask covered his eyes for brief second or two. Instead of running into the back of the Music Building where he had planted his clothes, he ran into the Delta Gamma house. The house mother beat him damn near senseless with a curling iron. He still had the marks on his face when he came back from Christmas break.

I kept the mask for several years and when things got really boring, I would sometimes fantasize that I was still stupid enough to pull that kind of a stunt again.

I really don't know how I ever graduated from college.

http://www.wrrx.com/images/DarryltStevens/millerjoker.jpg

[rabidcock]

I KNEW you would respond but had NO idea it would be in such a resplendent manner! I'd give you rep, but since I did just recently, I take my pants...er...hat off to you. You are a true "counter-culture" hero!!

[RW13]

Hey, this will give you an indication of my age, but I was at Carolina when the streaking craze was in "vogue". I remember a group of about half a hundred men sitting on bookshelves on the second story of the glass-fronted Thomas Cooper Library, seemingly their prearranged destination, displaying their wares for all (mostly amused coeds) to see. I had been asked to participate by one of my good buddies, who was organizing a group from our (infamous, at that time) "headquarters" on 7th-floor LaBorde, one of the honeycombs (you USC students will know the whereabouts); however, I politely declined. I recall, while as a spectator at the revealing event, looking over at a bemused coed; she returned my gaze, smirking at me lasciviously, as if almost daring me to join them. It remains etched in my mind as a vivid memory.
Awesome story, just goes to show you that 1 guy in the russell house wouldn't have even phased anyone back then. BTW when was this? Also, I was in the GMP on wednesday and it became pandemonium (sp?), I thought a fight or killing was going on, I was ready to run out the back entrance (kitchen).....