Nefarious Doings of the Class of '57

It has always been my understanding that you painted the water tower (the statute of limitations has run out). The question is was Keith Fletcher also involved or someone else?
I've got you down for a T shirt.
Bill

Ah, yes, the water tower and the effigy dummy of Principal Apwisch! If you can get hold of Curt Beckner, there may even be a snapshot of the culprits posing with the dummy that his mom took after being sworn to secrecy. The deed was done by our Ricky Rat (evil cousin of Mickey Mouse) Club. Members were Bruce Drees, Bill Tucker, Keith Fletcher, Curt Beckner, and Jerry Young. I’m not certain which ones actually participated in the prank, but I’m pretty sure it was the first four listed and me. There were really a series of pranks. I’m not sure if they were all perpetrated on the same day, but my memory says they were. If not the same day, I’m sure it was the same year. I remember distinctly climbing up the tower with a pint can of red paint strapped to my leg. There were no spray cans available in those days. Halfway up, the lid came off the can, so my leg was soaked in red paint. The water tower was also speckled with red paint from top to bottom since it was a windy night. According to Bill Tucker, a village official later came into the clothing store where he worked. Bill overheard the gentleman tell his boss that he would like to know who painted the tower because it had a fresh coat of paint thanks to insurance. The official said that he would gladly spring for steak dinners if he only knew who to thank. Sensing a trap, Bill kept silent. That prank probably happened around Halloween. The other component must have been close to graduation. We were foolishly unable to sense a trap when the constable offered to let us into the high school. Our artistic pursuits included placing a coffee can of cat excrement in the science teacher’s drawer and stacking of desks in the corner of a classroom. But the coup de grace was placing the lab skeleton, feet on the desk, reclining in the principal’s chair. During commencement rehearsal some of us were summoned to the principal’s office over the intercom. Yes, our hearts really did sink to our feet. After sailing effortlessly through high school we were now to be denied graduation. We were ushered into the outer office to cool our heels for what seemed like an eternity. Principal Apwisch came in and sat silently looking at his hands for another eternity. Finally, he spoke: “I didn’t mind when you stacked the chairs. I didn’t even mind the excrement in the drawer. But, when you insinuate that I’m a bonehead, that’s too much!” Laughing heartily, he sent us back to our rehearsal.