The Supe that Stoled Spirit -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the infamous email roaming around bancroft > >Every Mid down in Bancroft liked ECA's a lot...... > >But the Supe, Who lived just north of Bancroft, Did NOT!! > > > >The Supe hated ECA's! They served no real purpose! > >Now, please don't ask why. It just makes us nervous. > >It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right. > >It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. > >But I think that the most likely reasons - quite unoriginal > >were that they were "secondary, optional and conditional". > > > >But, whatever the reasons, as like as is not, > >he stood there on Air Force Eve, hating the thought. > >Staring down from his cave with a sour, Supey frown > >at the warm lighted windows below in Crabtown. > >For he knew every Mid down in Bancroft beneath > >was busy now, hanging a "Beat Air Force" wreath. > > > >"And they're painting their sheet posters!" > >he snarled with a sneer, > >"Tomorrow is Air Force! It's practically here!" > >Then he growled, with his Supe fingers nervously drumming, > >"I MUST find some way to stop Air Force from coming!" > > > >For, Tomorrow, he knew... > >...All the Mid girls and boys would wake bright and early. > >They'd march to the game! And then! Oh, the Noise! Oh, the Noise! > >Noise! Noise! Noise! That's one thing he hated! > >The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! > >Then the Mids, young and old, would tailgate at a feast. > >And they'd feast! And they'd feast! > >And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! > > > >They would feast on real burgers, and real hot dogs too, > >Which came from those food groups the Supe tried to eschew! > >And THEN they'd do something he liked least of all! > >Every Mid down in Crabtown the tall and the small, > >would stand close together, with goat bells a-ringing. > >They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Mids would start singing! > > > >They'd sing! And say BEAT ARMY! and they'd SING! SING! SING! SING! > >And the more the Supe thought of this Mid-Spirit-Sing, > >The more the Supe thought, "I must stop this whole thing!" > >"Why, for thirty-three years I've put up with it now!" > >"I MUST stop this spirit from coming! > > > >...But HOW?" > > > >Then he got an idea! An awful idea! > >THE SUPE GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! > > > >"I know just what to do!" The Supe Laughed in his throat. > >And he put on his Admiral's hat and his coat. > >And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Supey notion! > >"With this coat and this hat, I'm pure Rickover in motion!" > > > >"All I need is a lackey..." > >The Supe looked around. > >Navy lackeys are scarce; there was none to be found. > >Did that stop the old Supe...? > >No! The Supe simply said, > >"If I can't find a lackey, I'll make one instead!" > >So he called for the Dant. Then he took some gold thread > >And he tied a big "L" on top of her head. > > > > > >THEN > >He opened the MidRegs > >And began a great rant > >"This is no time for talk!" > >And he yelled at the Dant. > > > >"It's time for a walk!" > >And then they made tracks > >Toward the rooms where the Mids > >Lay a-snooze in their racks. > > > > > >All their windows were dark. Quiet ZZZZ's filled the air. > >All the Mids were all dreaming sweet dreams without care > >When he came to the first tiny room in the hall. > >"This is stop number one," The old Supey-Supe hissed > >And he knocked on the door, dusty regs in his fist. > > > >Not a sound did he hear. Then he opened the door. > >"What's all this nonsense? We're a nation at war!" > > > >He stopped only once, for a moment or two. > >As he rambled around this small room just for two > >Where the little Mid calendars all hung in a row. > >"All their free time," he grinned, "is the first thing to go!" > > > >Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most alarming, > > > >He went room to room with no attempt to be charming. > > > >He sent the Dant to King Hall. She took the Mids' eats! > >She took the real bacon! She took all the treats! > >She cleaned out all the reefers at the order of the nuke. > >She filled them with food that would make them all puke! > > > >Then she stuffed the old food in the dumpster with glee. > >"And NOW!" grinned the Supe, "Time for stop number three!" > > > > > >As the Supe turned to leave, and he started to go > >When he heard a light sound like the step of a doe. > >He turned around fast, and he saw a small Mid! > >Little Cindy-Lou Mid, who was not more than a kid. > > > >The Supe had been caught by this little Mid daughter > >Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water. > >She stared at the Supe and said, "Supey-sir, why, > >"Why are you taking our liberty? WHY?" > > > > > >But, you know, that old Supe was so smart and so slick > >He thought up a story, and he thought it up quick! > >"Why, my dear young lady," the Admiral said, > >"We're at war with the enemy - we want them all dead." > >"So I'm taking your liberty, my dear." > > > >Pointing to her calendar, he smiled with a sneer, > >"I'll take it away now. Then I'll give it back here." > > > >And his fib fooled the Mid. Then he patted her head > >And he told her to study and then go to bed. > > > >And when Cindy-Lou Mid went to study with her cup, > >He went to Gate 1 and he locked the place up! > > > >"Pooh-pooh to the Mids!" he was Supe-ish-ly humming. > >"They're finding out now that no more fun is a-coming! > >"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do! > >"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two > >"The all the Mids down in Crabtown will all cry BOO-HOO!" > > > >"That's a noise," grinned the Supe, > >"That I simply must hear!" > > > > > >So he paused. And the Supe put a hand to his ear. > >And he did hear a sound rising over the Yard. > >It started in low. Then it started to grow... > > > >But the sound wasn't sad! > >Why, this sound sounded merry! > >It couldn't be so! > >But it WAS merry! VERY! > > > > > >He stared down at Crabtown! > >The Supe popped his eyes! > >Then he shook! > >What he saw was a shocking surprise! > > > >Every Mid down in Bancroft, the tall and the small, > >Was smiling and laughing! Without any liberty at all! > >He HADN'T stopped their spirit from coming! > > > >IT CAME! > >Somehow or other, it came just the same! > > > >And the Supe, with his Supe-feet too tight in his shoes, > >Stood puzzling and puzzling: "Did they not get the news?" > >"It came without liberty! It came without cheer!" > >"It came without free time! It came without beer!" > > > >And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore. > >Then the Supe thought of something he hadn't before! > >"Maybe spirit," he thought, "doesn't come from a war." > >"Maybe spirit...perhaps...means a little bit more!" > > > >And what happened then...? > > > >Well...in Crabtown they say > >That the Supe's tiny heart > >Grew three sizes that day! > >And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight, > >He whizzed with his MidRegs through the bright morning light > >And he brought back the liberty! And good chow for King Hall! > >And he... > > > >...HE HIMSELF...! > >served real food for all!