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Colonel Apted Tops Skunk Hunt by Thrilling Murder in Yard---Corpse Buried by Mass. Hall

Six Shots From Two Guns Needed To Subdue Troublesome and Noisome Polecat

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LATE BULLETIN

Disinterred from its grave by some of our jovial Freshmen the skunk made its appearance late last night in the Georgian Lunch. It disappeared shortly, however, and its whereabouts are unknown.

This time it is Colonel Charles R. (Break It Up) Apted '06 who has destroyed the Yard Peace. Quite inadvertently, he was forced to take drastic steps with the Yard skunk situation yesterday. Two firearms, a 38-calibre rifle and a pistol, emptied their loads in the general vicinity of the animal whose protests quickly dispersed onlookers. It was not until the fumigators finished with Massachusetts Hall late last night that the Yard became tenable again.

Owing to his unshaken poise, the only punishment which will be meted out to the Colonel for the unhappy occurrence, is two weeks' service in the K.P.

The gravity of the situation first became apparent Tuesday evening when Yard-cops Mortimer Mahoney, Christopher Morris, and Albert Roach sighted the Mephitis mephitida, ambling past University Hall. But it was not until the dawn brought Apted and the day force of John Connolly and James Reddin that the pursuit began in earnest. The strategy of an enveloping flank movement brought the skunk to bay at 4.30 o'clock at Johnston Gate, and a few minutes later he was making his final stand in the sunken window of Massachusetts Hall.

To Apted, armed like a battleship, go the honors of the chase. First, he calmly surveyed the scene from the haven of a first floor window. Then with set and courageous mien he stalked his prey over the parapet and emptied the contents of his two black six shooters into the quivering flesh. Satisfied by the sound of the six shots which evidently startied the skunk into a corpse, Apted, still calm, ordered his minions to inter the deceased in the midst of the stench-stained scene of carnage. It was a lonely service for few of the once optimistic on lookers could brave the horrors of the quieted battlefield.

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