The Big Crunch

Anybody with a destructive bent in their makeup would have come away from the Mardi Gras well satisfied. Not only were there two cars upon which one could wreak havoc with a 71b sledgehammer, but also two pianos, relics of a more gentle period, which were pounded into dust and slivers and fed, ignominiously, through toilet seats. What a crunch up! Early in the evening the street rang to the blows of metal upon yielding metal as the two cars were battered into scrap, and later, towards the end of the evening, the thud of hammers and axes on hard and aged timber, wires and metal, proclaimed the demise of the two pianos. Setting about them were teams of nurses and Outward Bound old boys. It was hard and dusty work, with the nurses winning after receiving a hand from sympathetic Jaycees.

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The Outward Bound lads get into their piano.

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"Go through, you cow!"

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Any old iron, any old iron, etc.

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He was poised nicely for the big blow; he knew the camera was on him; he raised his hammer - and promptly disappeared from sight.

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Now here's a knotty problem - how to get that through the 100