In the Summer when the days were long and there was still daylight after work a bunch of us would play football in front of the museum.
The tag football games we're memorable but one day on the way out to the game was.
The locker rooms were on the ground floor of the West Pavilion. To get out we had to go all the way from the locker room back to the Central Pavilion and out the main entrance. Along the way we'd play catch with the ball.
One day as we passed out of the telephone exhibit into the hall, one of us went out for a pass near the glass doors.
Now the three inner double doors were set in a brass and glass U-shaped structure with glass panes about seven feet high. At each end were huge pieces of glass bent at 90 degrees. These were big strong prices of glass. Hundreds of kids played around the glass panes everyday.
But in a classic physics demonstration that has never been repeated either before of since, the spinng football arched at just the right speed, just the right angle, with just the right amount of energy to just the right spot on the top pane of thousand dollar glass.
One one was hurt, there we're flying pieces of glass all over the floor. But nevertheless, one big, impossible to hide crack appeared in the pane.
There were two kinds of employees at the museum, innies and outies. The innies could get away with most anything, an outie, might get fired for reading a book in an exhibit. Well the football playing crowd must have all been innies, no got fired.
We only heard one mention of the incident.
Each morning, before the museum open, all the operations staff had a brief meeting held either in the Bell Theatre or the Microworld Theatre. This is were new employees were introduced and announcement were made like, the King of Norway is coming today. This was usually conducted by either Mrs. Norman or Dr. Friedenberg. However the meeting the day after the football adventure was conducted by Mrs. Martin, the Operations Manager. Her appearance at such meeting was failry rare. She simply annonced, "There will be no ball playing in the museum.".
We never heard another word about it. We never asked either!
by dick lieber