Pass the Foetus, Doctor, We Are Off to Wellesley Hills

All Wellesley is agog. It happened last week when a couple of jokers from Harvard Med, after a winter at Norumbega Hall, got bright ideas. So on their evening run they slurk up with an embryo, human, happily pickled in a bottle of alcohol, with a note giving it "back to the girls it came from."

Smirkily they depart, leaving their dirty work behind them. The discovery is made, consternation reigns, and the Housemistress gets mad as hell. She decides to eliminate the nasty evil smelling little thing. But some sweatered bio major says: "They told me in the course I took, that human embryos are hard to get. That mewling mess is valuable."

So the campus doc boils in and sights her prey. She pulls the snatch and walks it to her hideout, but some prof at Harvard Med wants his foetus back. "It's my baby," says campus doc, "It's ours and it ain't a baby yet," say jokers. They win.