A recent story reminded me of an experience I had at Russell Hall while a student at the University of Georgia back in the '70's. I was employed part time as a front desk assistant. It was the Sunday night after a big Georgia win on Saturday. Russell is ten stories high and has a garbage chute that goes all the way from the top floor to the basement. As usual on such a weekend, the trash had backed up the chute to about the fourth floor. And as usual, some wiseguy had to throw a Molotov cocktail into it to start some fun. We had a procedure to deal with this -- there was a standpipe at the top of the chute which you could turn on and flood the whole thing to put out the fire.
We had a new assistant named Claxton (not his real name). When the fire alarm went off I instructed him to go hose down the chute. Unfortunately, he got mixed up and went to the basement instead, where there was a device called the "Niagara Valve," which, when tripped, would automatically flush every toilet in Russell Hall simultaneously. My count may be off, but I seem to remember this involved about three hundred bowls and urinals.
So the next thing I heard was a mighty roar from all corners of the building, like the Second Coming of Jesus Christ. You bathroom denizens know what happens when all the cold water is diverted from the plumbing. There were guys who had been in the showers screaming naked down the halls with second-degree burns, as well as poopsters running from the cans with pants hitched up around their middles shouting "what the f***" or words to that effect.
The only way to close down the flushing was that every handle on every john had to be pulled individually. Our P.A. system was only powerful enough to handle two floors at a time (plus the deafening thunder of the water cascading through this many shitters/pissers at once), so five times I had to repeat the announcement: "Your attention please --everyone go to the nearest bathroom and pull each toilet handle until the flushing stops."
But by this time the fire in the trash chute was out of control, and the Athens Fire Department had come in. We had to evacuate. Finally someone figured out that shutting off the water to the whole building would stop the flushing.
All of this dropped the water pressure in that part of Athens so much that the Fire Department had to station a pumper truck at the top of Baxter Street for the rest of the night. I noticed last time I was in Athens that they've now built a new water tower up there. Wonder if it should be dedicated to Claxton?
I never saw Claxton again. The Athens FPD gave me a commendation for my cool handling of this situation.