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THE MEGAPHONE
Friday, September 22, 1972
PAGE 3
The Amazing Adventures of Mood Man
MAINTENANCE MAN DISCOVERS MOOD MAN
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Fantasy by Hawk Louis
It was a,dark and stormy night. A lonely
figure wandered aimlessly across the
Southwestern University campus.
Maintenance Man was making the nightly
check of the campus buildings, locking the
doors. He was cold, wet and tired, longing
for the warm recesses of the power plant.
He entered the cavernous chapel,
wringing and shaking the water from his
body like a dog. He trudged upstairs, noted
with satisfaction that the “study-buddies”
had retired for the evening, then turned to
go. A four-inch cockroach skittered across
his path. Maintenance Man jumped,
startled, muttering to himself, “Got to
\ remember to wear my roach-stomping
boots tomorrow—don’t want to mess up
my go-to-church shoes.”
Maintenance Man made a quick stop at
the Union building. He had locked the
doors earlier, but he always double-
checked after a mistake almost cost him
his free afternoon ice cream cone from the
SUB. “Can’t have any more cannon
barrels hanging around, so to speak,” he
thought. He had vowed to never let
something like that happen again, ‘i’ll
pepper some tails with buckshot if I ever
catch anyone prowling around here with a
cannon barrel and chain.”
Maintenance Man drearily dragged his
dead feet along the sidewalk leading from
the Union to ominous Mood Hall. He never
liked this part of the night—he saved it for
last. Approaching the east entrance he
heard the noise that haunted his dreams. It
was like a soft voice—not really soft but
merely far away—repeating the words,
“Non Quis Sed Quid.” The very sound of
these words sent chills up Maintenance
Man’s spine; his hands began to sweat.
One moonless night Maintenance Man had
called out into the inky darkness of the
Mood courtyard. “What does Non Quis Sed
Quid mean?” The soft voice replied, “If
you don’t know by now, don’t mess with
it.” This was the first hint that Main-
tenance Man had that someone—or
someTHING—was living in murky Mood
Hall.
Maintenance Man unlocked the door as
he did every night, and stepped in. Even
with the rain on his back, Maintenance
Man would have been glad to walk around
Mood to the power plant. But driven by
curiousity and a twinge of fear of the
unkonwn, he had made a habit of entering
the east door of Mood, crossing the inner
courtyard and quickly exiting through the
west door—back to the beloved boiler
rooms and an inspiring game of checkers.
A light shown under the door .of the
Megaphone office, as it did almost every
night. The whirring of the fan and
clackety-clack of the typewriter told
Maintenance Man that Hawk Louis was
working late again—trying desperately to
finish his senior year by May.
Maintenance Man stepped into the inner
courtyard of moldy Mood, but quickly
jumped back. He stood face to face with 17
eight-inch c< ’kroaches—those dreaded
killers of Mood Hall. Before Maihtenance
Man could make another move, the
roaches marched on, in search of easier
prey. Shaking and shivering from his near
demise, the old man hesitantly crossed the
courtyard. Halfway across, he stopped. He
heard shuffling footsetps behind him.
Terrified, he turned—but he couldn’t
believe what his eyes focused on. Before
him stood a young man, a student maybe,
except for the clothes he was wearing. He
was dressed in a one-piece, body stocking-
type outfit: it was predominantly gold,
with black briefs, socks and cuffs. Em-
blazoned on his chest was the seal of
Southwestern University; above this were
the words “Non Quis Sed Quid.”
Suddenly, the strange creature spoke:
“Non Quis Sed Quid, brother. What have
we here? Must be the old lockup in per-
son.
“Good Lord,” thought Maintenance
Man. “It must be a refugee from a Mask
and Wig production!”
As if reading the old man’s mind, the
young man spoke up. “What’s happenin’
man? Guess I gave you quite a fright,
right? Needn’t worry your gray head, kind
sir, for is only I—Mood Man.”
“Mood Man? But you’re just a legend,”
exclaimed Maintenance Man. “I mean,
you were just a figment of Bill Scar-
borough’s imagination.”
Mood Man pondered this tyit of in-
formation for a minute, then replied,
“Figment of Scarborough’s imagination?
Insult upon injury! On the contrary, senior
citizen, Wild Bill was one of the first to
discover me. I agreed to make my
existence known to the campus through his
scandal sheet—I gave him an exclusive
interview—but since you’ve never
believed I existed, ole Willy Bill must have
let me down.”
“Not exactly , Mood Man.” Maintenance
Man paused as he said the name over and
over again in his mind. “Scarborough
printed something about you once, but by
then his credibility gap had just about
swallowed him up.”
“Aha,” said Mood Man, a slow grin
coming across his face, “Then I must
leave this desolate dwelling and make the
campus dwellers aware of the friend they
have in their midst. I will journey forth
and right the wrongs I may find on this
campus. And on the slow days I’ll make
pilgrimages to far off shrines and taverns
Suddenly, the relative quiet of the Mood
courtyard was broken by a loud bellowing:
“Aaarrrrrgh! ” Maintenance Man, only
recently calmed down from his encounter
with Mood Man, turned ghostly white.
“Burnt weeny sandwich!” exclaimed
Mood Man. “Methinks our presence must
have aggravated the fearful Mood Mon-
ster. Begone, Maintenance Man, for the
Monster and his cockroach legions will
soon be upon us. Make good your escape, I
will meet this night the mighty Mood
Monster and make this courtyard a safe
place once again.”
Maintenance Man didn’t have to be
asked twice. He fled through the west door,
thinking to himself, “I haven’t heard such
rhetorical nonsense since the last all-
campus assembly.” Maintenance Man
soon succumbed to the welcome warmth of
the power plant, trying to figure out what
he had just seen and heard
Mood Man, however, was having second
thoughts about the lonely last stand that
confronted him. “Seems I’ve been left
holding the bag, so to speak,” muttered
Mood Man. “But nevertheless, I will not
run from this fight, especially since there’s
nowhere to run. But perhaps if I rid the
Mood courtyard of the horrible Mood
Monster I will be written up in the
Megaphone as a hero, and everyone w i
know me. Some people really believe what
they read in that paper, I’ve heard.”
No sooner had Mood Man finished his
soliliquy than he found himself surrounded
by hundreds of eight-inch roaches, with a
few token spiders thrown in for ethnic
equalization. Behind this awesome display
of insectery (the spiders wished to be
called “arachnids”) stood the mighty
Mood Monster, glaring into the face of the
intruding Mood Man.
“So, we meet at last, Mood Monster,”
drawled Mood Man. “This courtyard isn’t
big enough for the two of us, and I ain’t
leaving.”
NEXT WEEK: 's
MOOD "MAN MEETS
MOOD MONSTER
“Civilisation” Films to be Shown
WOMEN’S
Contrary to popular belief, science,
history, and the arts are actually divisions
of the same subject—the humanities.
Kenneth Clark, author of the
“Civilisation” series to be shown for
thirteen consecutive Wednesdays at
Southwestern, sees no real separation of
man from his achievements; in Clark’s
words the films are “to define civilisation
in terms of creative power and the
enlargement of human faculties.”
The film series, on loan to Southwestern
from the National Gallery of Art in
Washington, was made available to
colleges and universities with less than
2,000 students by matching grants from the
National Endowment for the Humanities
and Xerox Corporation. Normally renting
for $2,000-$3,000, these grants have made it
possible for smaller institutions to view the
films free of charge.
Lord Kenneth Clark, author of the
series, has recently been awarded the
National Gallery of Art’s Medal for
Distinguished Service to Education in Art
for his perception, insight, and
remarkable correlation of history to art,
humanities, government, and all phases of
liberal education. Assistant Dean of
Students Sue Gordon, when asked about
the films, commented that so many
professors are incorporating the series
into their lectures and presentations that
the opportunity to lease the series was too
good to overlook.
The first in the series, on September 27,
is entitled “The Frozen World.” Unlike the
title suggests, it is not a documentary on
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Megaphone Staff Writer
Anarctica but an introduction to history
presenting the beginnings of civilization as
we know it. Originally scheduled for two
showings—the first at 2:00 p.m. in the
Panhellenic Room and the second at 7:00
p.m. in the Commons—Dean Gordon has
decided to hold the second showing in the
Panhellenic Room in L. K. also. Pending
interest, a possible third showing will be
shown in the Panhellenic Room at 8:00
p.m.
A film will be shown each week from
September 27-December 13. The list of
films is as follows:
September 27
October 4
October 11
October 18
October 25
November 1
November 8
November 15
November 21
November 29
December 6
December 13
“The Frozen World”
“The Great Thaw”
“Romance and Reality”
“Man the Measure of all
Things”
“Hero as Artist”
“Protest and Communication”
“Grandeur and Obedience”
“Light of Experience”
“Pursuit of Happiness”
“Smile of Reason”
“Worship of Nature”
“Fallacies of Hope”
“Heroic Materialism”
LIBERATION
SPEAKER COMING
There will be a representative from
Women’s Lib of Austin on campus
Thursday, September 28. She will speak in
the Panhellenic Room in L. K. dorm, at
7:30 p.m.
This program is the first ina series of
programs sponsored by the Resident
Assistants and House Council of L.K.
There is no charge for admission.
Everyone is invited and urged to attend
this session.
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Saturday, Sept. 23
10.00 a m. A.A.U.W.—Commons
Tuesday, Sept. 26
9:30 a m. Pre-Med Student Meeting—Science Building
9:30 a m. Humanities Division Meeting—Room 3, RAC
7:30p.m. Dr. Joe Allen, SMU, lecture: “Why Should We Act Justly”—Faculty
Lounge
Wednesday, Sept. 27
10:00 a.m. Dr. Joe Allen, “A Social Ethicist Views the Presidential Cam
Main Lounge
paign’
2:00 & 7:00 p.m. “Civilization” Film Series: “The Frozen World”
Panhellenic Room, L.K.
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The Megaphone (Georgetown, Tex.), Vol. 66, No. 3, Ed. 1 Friday, September 22, 1972, newspaper, September 22, 1972; Georgetown, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth634310/m1/3/: accessed June 29, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Southwestern University.