You Don’t Know Jack
A security guard at Lamont library who wishes to remain anonymous is sure the “name doesn’t ring a bell.” He’s referring to a not-so-cryptic message in the far corner of the basement microfiche cage in Lamont, one floor below the most subterranean study carrels. The message warns late-night users of a certain “Mad Jack.” Despite the words of this self-proclaimed “well-wisher,” the guard thinks Jack’s a joke. He says a guard is on watch at all times, admitting that it “takes a unique person to be a midnight guy.” Is that unique person Jack? One thing this guard says he’s sure of is “that ain’t me.”
