This was not the first run-in the Harpoon had with other students. Nor was it the most surprising, in retrospect. It was, however, not the most intense, either. What it was, though, was the one which shocked the organization into form.
What had previously been an organization only on paper, notionally led by a couple of loons with beards became, overnight (as it seems, in the temporal compression of memory) a Movement. Volunteer writers who hung around the publisher’s apartment eating his food became Staffers who Did Things. The co-founders started stalking around campus with The Walk, going from office to office, Cleaning Up.
Not that it did much good, as least with respect to the question at hand.