d, "I dont think there's anything you can do, but I wanted to talk to someoneto let you know that there could be trouble. Herman said I appreciate that, but I feel helpless. As far as I can see, no one has gone out of control. This man, Madison, may have overstepped his bounds in things he's said and done, but I have difficulty distinguishing between this and a few things that happen between two or more employees that go even further beyond the boundaries of propriety Vaughn said: "Youre right. I think we can handle this ourselves. She thanked Dr. Herman for listening and left, saying, as she departed from his office, "I'll keep you informed if anything further develops Herman replied, "Thank you. I hope this has been helpful On Friday, March 28, the Club Room was less crowded than usual. Margaret Vaughn Douglas Jones and a close friend of Jones. John Seiler. met there after work Seiler, a wiry 140 pounder, had been Jones roommate during graduate school and was also in the internship program. Upon their arrival at the cafeteria, Seiler went to the bar to buy a pitcher of beer. The other two sat down at a table to wait for him. George Mad ison was shand ing alone at the far end of the bar. and when he saw seiler he walked over to him, shoved him aside, and said,"I'll buy this one. According to Seiler, The shove was not a friendly tap! Madison then paid for the pitcher of beer and took it over to the table where Vaughn and Jones were seated. Seiler followed with a second pitcher of beer plus some bags of nuts and potato chips, and he sat down too. Then, accord ing to Seiler, Madison said This is my party! Why dont you get lost. Siler then said,"We've got business here, and I think you're not part of it There is some difference regard ing what happened next. However, all four persons reported that Jones got up, grabbed a chair from another table and slid it between where Madison and Seiler were seated. He. Jones. stood in back of the chair and said something to Madison. Accord ing to Jones, he said: Thanks for the beer, George, but were busy trying to finish a report, and I wish you would leave. You can take the pitcher with you. Madison said he heard Jones say:Id like you to leave and stay away from this place. You're not wanted here Whatever was said, Mad ison got up from the table and moved toward Jones Seiler then jumped up, moved between the two and yelled," Cool it! "Madison turned and walked away, leaving both pitchers of beer on the table. He went back to the bar for a few minutes then left the club room On Sunday, George Mad ison was doing overtime, working on a new housing complex not far from the Department office which was scheduled to be opened on Tuesday, April 1. The new complex was to be named after the retiring director of MCS and ded ication ceremonies were to be he ld the coming weekend to be attended by the agency's Board of Directors, government officials, directors of othe community agencies, other prominent public figures, and neighborhood residents At about noon madison drove over the Club room with frank Joyce, another technician who had been assigned to the same job. Since it was Sunday, the cafeteria was quiet, open only because of the extra work people were putting in anticipation of the opening and ded ication of the new complex. Joyce and Madison had often worked together and were long-time acquaintances. The two went to the cafeteria counter to pick up sandwiches, and Mad ison noticed Douglas Jones sitting at a table with two other" professionals " Jones looked up, Madison looked back, and the two men stared at each other at a distance while madison went through the cafeteria line. as he was paying for his lunch at the cashier's desk, he poured a cup of coffee, then he lookedsaid, “ I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but I wanted to talk to someone—to let you know that there could be trouble.” Herman said: “I appreciate that, but I feel helpless. As far as I can see, no one has gone out of control. This man, Madison, may have overstepped his bounds in things he’s said and done, but I have difficulty distinguishing between this and a few things that happen between two or more employees that go even further beyond the boundaries of propriety.” Vaughn said: “You’re right. I think we can handle this ourselves.” She thanked Dr. Herman for listening and left, saying, as she departed from his office, “ I’ll keep you informed if anything further develops.” Herman replied, “Thank you. I hope this has been helpful.” On Friday, March 28, the Club Room was less crowded than usual. Margaret Vaughn, Douglas Jones, and a close friend of Jones, John Seiler, met there after work. Seiler, a wiry 140 pounder, had been Jones’ roommate during graduate school and was also in the internship program. Upon their arrival at the cafeteria, Seiler went to the bar to buy a pitcher of beer. The other two sat down at a table to wait for him. George Madison was shanding alone at the far end of the bar, and when he saw Seiler he walked over to him, shoved him aside, and said, “I’ll buy this one.” According to Seiler, “ The shove was not a friendly tap!” Madison then paid for the pitcher of beer and took it over to the table where Vaughn and Jones were seated. Seiler followed with a second pitcher of beer plus some bags of nuts and potato chips, and he sat down too. Then, according to Seiler, Madison said: “ This is my party! Why don’t you get lost.” Siler then said, “We’ve got business here, and I think you’re not part of it.” There is some difference regarding what happened next. However, all four persons reported that Jones got up, grabbed a chair from another table and slid it between where Madison and Seiler were seated. He, Jones, stood in back of the chair and said something to Madison. According to Jones, he said: “ Thanks for the beer, George, but we’re busy trying to finish a report, and I wish you would leave. You can take the pitcher with you.” Madison said he heard Jones say: “ I’d like you to leave and stay away from this place. You’re not wanted here.” Whatever was said, Madison got up from the table and moved toward Jones. Seiler then jumped up, moved between the two and yelled, “ Cool it!” Madison turned and walked away, leaving both pitchers of beer on the table. He went back to the bar for a few minutes, then left the Club Room. On Sunday, George Madison was doing overtime, working on a new housing complex not far from the Department office which was scheduled to be opened on Tuesday, April 1. The new complex was to be named after the retiring director of MCS, and dedication ceremonies were to be held the coming weekend, to be attended by the agency’s Board of Directors, government officials, directors of other community agencies, other prominent public figures, and neighborhood residents. At about noon Madison drove over the Club Room with Frank Joyce, another technician who had been assigned to the same job. Since it was Sunday, the cafeteria was quiet, open only because of the extra work people were putting in anticipation of the opening and dedication of the new complex. Joyce and Madison had often worked together and were long-time acquaintances. The two went to the cafeteria counter to pick up sandwiches, and Madison noticed Douglas Jones sitting at a table with two other” professionals.” Jones looked up, Madison looked back, and the two men stared at each other at a distance while Madison went through the cafeteria line. As he was paying for his lunch at the cashier’s desk, he poured a cup of coffee, then he looked