How to Sweat a Knob

When Vice President Ford visited the Citadel to receive an honorary degree March 15, 1974 he ate lunch with the Corps of Cadets. As a member of H Company our table was very close to the Regimental Commander's. Visiting dignitaries would sit there and we would always have a great view when they spoke at lunch.

When you assemble an entire Corps of Cadets for a meal at one time you can expect some mischief. One of the favorite pranks was to create a gutter with the clear plastic covers that the kitchen staff used to cover the table cloths. Once you and your accomplices had formed the gutter a senior would pour southern sweet tea down the gutter. The gutter would end at the lap of an unsuspecting cadet who was engaged in conversation with someone at the other end of the table. It was always fun to watch their reaction when a half a pitcher of tea hit their lap. It became my custom to cut the plastic verticly on either side of my seat to protect my pants.

Another prank often perpetrated was to send a knob (freshman) with a bottle of ketchup to wipe out the shoes of someone on the other end of the table. When the crawling knob would tap on the leg of the senior on the opposite end of the table he would grant access to the freshman. Each mess mate at the table would cooperate to allow the stealthy knob to reach his target. Once the shoes had been properly shined with Heinz the process would reverse and the knob would return to his seat. A note would be passed to the Regimental Adjutant to announce the deed. At the end of his announcement he would say "so and so" please look at your shoes. The Corps would have a great laugh. The target would normally be a senior cadet or perhaps an alumni commissioned officer.

At a place like the Citadel proving ones manhood (or courage since women have been admitted) has always been important. A freshman who carried out a successful mission was looked upon favorably.

During lunch on March 15, 1974, I looked at a knob at my table, slammed a bottle of ketchup in front of him and commanded that he wipe out the Vice President's shoes. He froze with a look of absolute terror. Instantly beads of perspiration formed at each pour of his face. It was quite something to see. You could tell that a terrible debate was occurring deep within his soul. He was trying to decide if he wanted to face me or certain death at the hands of the Secret Service. If he had picked up the bottle he would have turned the tables on me. I would have had to tackle him to prevent the Secret Service from shooting him. I really wouldn't get a knob killed but he wasn't sure. I wish I knew who that member of the class of 1977 was.

Anyway that was my favorite way to sweat a knob.

Gary Barker
Citadel '76