Sorrowing Lampoon Editors Destroy Latest Brainchild

Billows of acrid smoke pouring from the "triangular slice of Gothic whimsey" on Mount Auburn Street, more commonly known as "the Lampoon's architectural miscarriage" nauseated passers-by and unfortunate residents of Adams House late last night.

Although 'Poousters insisted that it was just another bi-weekly fumigation, the real story leaked out when funnyman Summer Andrews '42 was overheard muttering to himself, "Thank God, now it's all burned up." Evidently the final remnants of their slightly bilious parody issue.

But the conflagration got out of control and was licking hungrily at the tail-feathers of one of the stuffed pelicans that haunt the curie grotto. In the nick of time Coles Phinizy '42, head comie, cantered to the rescue armed with an old pewter tankard (dated at least 1639) and avowed its contents onto the flames, which immediately went out.