Clutch Hitter
Robert Thayer ’25
I was living in lower Pontefract the night we locked Mr. Coulter out. We had known that he was going out after lights, and as soon as he departed we wired his door and the hall door shut with hockey sticks. Having done so, we all returned to our rooms and awaited his return.
It was not quite what we expected. Mr. Coulter climbed in his own window, selected a heavy bat, went to the window of the dorm room just to the left of the hall door, and with two or three level and vicious swings tore out sash and glass! As I recall, there was no sound for about ten minutes.
Then came a quiet knock on each door and a request to come to Mr. C’s room. He was very calm, suggesting that once was enough, and that he did not intend to pay for the window. As I recall, he was never bothered much after that. He had too good a swing!
