The Crime

Oh, Mr. Johnny Verbeck, how could you be so mean?

I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine.

For all the neighbors' cats and dogs will nevermore be seen;

They've all been ground to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine.

Mr. Johnny Verbeck is not dead. His admirers will be glad to know that in spite of his rumored disaster and long period of oblivion, he has reappeared. His present employment is that of chef in the Dunster House kitchen.

Yesterday a most innocent pussy strolled nonchalantly into the Dunster House dining room, to see how college boys dine. A sinister conspiracy was slowly unfolded in one corner. And then a waiter, smiling villain, made for the unhappy cat, skillfully disguising his evil intentions. And now comes the horrible part. He grabbed the pleasant little visitor by the nape of the neck and strode heartlessly out into the kitchen. The Pioneers are anxiously awaiting the product of Mr. Verbeck's infernal machine.