In the small hours of Saturday morning a mysterious prowler slipped out of the darkness and haunted Westmorly Court, sending chills up and down the spines of some of the awakened students as they trembled beneath the sheets, talking unconcernedly with others who were burning the midnight oil, and after a hairbreadth escape vanished in the murky grey dawn with over $100 in cash and over a dozen gold watches.

The menacing visitor first devoted himself to the South Entry and reaped a royal harvest in every room which he cound enter, working from the top floor down. Some men heard him, but thought it was their roommate, just getting in: others heard him but were afraid to get out of bed. Not so with one daring student on the first floor. Hearing strange noises in the study he picked up a bedroom slipper and clad in his pink pajamas ventured from the sanctity of his Doudoir. He came fact to face with a slim, dark, foreign man with a strong breath and an unsteady gait. The latter said he was looking for the man in the suite next door whose available cash he had just appropriated. The youth in the pajamas was not to be fooled however. When he lifted his bedroom slipper threateningly, the mysterious marauder ran out of the room, narrowly escaping the hurled article of apparel.

As he was not pursued beyond the door the brazen prowler merely transferred his activities to the North Entry where he continued to loot the wealth of the Gold Coast, leaving at about 5 o'clock in the morning. Hours later walling and gnashing teeth resulted from an inventory of student stock and the "goodies" worked late into the day carrying out the torn hair of those who had to cancel all weekend festivities due to financial embarrassment.