Here’s a little story of how Mischief Night came to JMU…
On All Hallow’s Eve, New Jersian pranksters and tricksters alike run around JMU dorms with nothing but trouble and mischief on their minds. Who’s their target? Anyone. Therefore, on this night watch out for solo cups barricading your door and toilet paper streaming the tree tops.
Twas the night before Halloween, when all through JMU
Every student was stirring, the dorms were a zoo,
The ghosts were hung by the quad trees with great care,
In hopes that JMU students soon would be scared.
The students were shaking with fear in their bones,
While videos of pranksters danced on their phones.
With Duke Dog in his crown, and I in my mask,
We just settled down for a long hallow snack.
When out on the quad there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the latch.
The moon on the crest of the brown dead grass
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects that passed
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a streaking student sprinting with no fear.
When out of the corner of my eye, so lively and quick,
A group of hoaxers prepared for a nasty trick.
More rapid than eagles with tp in their hands
They whistled and shouted “We take this whole land!”
“Now Dylan! now, Dana! Now, Peter and Victor!
On, Connor! On, Curtis! on, Donna and Bailey!
From the crest of Forbes Tunnel! To the top of Wilson Hall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
And then, in the darkness, I heard but a moan
Solo cups stacked high so no one could roam
As I drew in my head, and was turning around
Down the hall the pranksters ran with a bound.
They were dressed all in black, from their heads to their feet,
And their clothes were all tarnished with make believe and deciet.
A bundle of eggs they had held in their arms,
They just ran out the door to one of the dorms.
They were smelly and goopy, some ripe ol’ eggs
The upperclassmen were shrieking “Please not the kegs!”
The whip of his arm and the crack of a shell
Soon gave me to know this was one story to tell.
The clock tolled midnight ending the fun
I looked at the lawn to see what they have done
They left with a smirk, and oh what a sight,
“Happy Mischief to all and to all a Hallow’s Night!”