Corkin Lingers in Danger As Harvard Sleuths Ponder

At 11:58 o'clock last night the students, faculties, and service men of the University had not yet solved the code message contained in Sunday's Terry and the Pirates. Look: Milt Caniff can do it, the General can do it, and I bet you two to one Flash Gordon could do it with one had tied behind his rocket ship. Well?

One man did come in. Somerby R. Dowst '46 of Walker House and Somerville, marched briskly up the slippery (oh they were always slippery) steps of 14 Plympton Street. He said he had it, and yea, we believed him. "Give a look," he says, so we looked Here's the dope. He underlined things, sort of skipping every few words, and the way he figures Skip's in trouble.

Now, we think that's silly. All Flip said was that he had a cute babe with him, and that's the straight stuff. Dowst got a first sentence that made sense, and then dissolved into gibberish. There's still time. Lot's beat those stuck-up Boston papers. Let's go to press. Huh?