To the Editor of the CRIMSON:

The fate of the skunk is a problem worthy of our legislators, of the Debating Union, and the CRIMSON. A skunk is no laughing matter. The fate of the owl, the hawk, the snake, the fox and the skunk are chapters in the conservation of wild life from rugged individualism.

"Consider the skunk. . .yet Solomon was not arrayed like one of these." If you don't believe this, pick up one and get the surprise of your life. He will not bite, or scratch, or squeal, or kick--the skunk is as gentle as a breeze.

How useful he is! He digs for the grub of the June bug that eats the roots of the grass. That is why he tears up the lawn. A skunk in the front yard and a crow on the ridgepole is grass insurance.

A neighbor recently had eighty dollars worth of fruit trees girdled by mice under the snow. He had killed off his friends; skunks, owls and foxes.

And where would politics be if baseball investigators lacked epithets. Tho I never did find a lousy skunk.

Football would be no more without seal skin coats (dyed muskrat) if it were not for the dear old black and white.

And pastoral poetry. Just think of all that would not, have been just for the skunk.

Poetry, football, politics, farming all hang on the skunk to whom the CRIMSON editor is indifferent. It is a crime. It is undermining the American home. A law ought to be passed.

Save a Skunk Week. Sincerely,   Morrison Sharp '29.