I shall be camping this weekend. I need a brother to walk my Shog... dog this weekend. His name is Gy'le C'ta, but as that is unspeakable in any human language, I call him Shep. While walking him, be careful to keep your distance from any other dogs or Elder Things. Shep does not care for them.

I thank you in advance,

Herbert West

Well, that's done it. Thanks awfully, Atwood, I don't suppose you'd like to help me haul Whateley down to the infirmary? I need not say that you will do his chores tonight.

Pabodie

Oh, come now, Whateley- how should we believe you sensible of anything, when you continue to faint like a consumptive Sigma Pi upon the mere sight of gelatin? Perhaps if you loosened your corset-stays an inch or two, we might be able to enjoy a molded pudding or aspic every so often without having to clean you off the floor.

Atwood

Good day! I have just found out about this communal journal. I am, of course, the most talked about bro' at Miskatonic, Herbert West. Most of my writings are in my lab notebooks, so I shall merely relate an anecdote.

At our House Party two weeks past, there came a moment in the evening when, having imbibed continuously for several hours, the group found itself without further supplies of ale, lager, or whisky. I could not allow the group to disband, as I was attempting to shew a young woman a good time. I recalled a bottle that I had found on one of my late night... perambulations, shall we say. The town drunk had been buried with a bottle of his favorite whisky, it appears. There was also a rack of thirty of his favorite beers, but I imagine they were skunk'd.

Either way, I summoned the nearest pledge and instructed him to retrieve that foul bottle. My eyes began to grow weary, though I fought the onset of sleep with all the determination which I could summon in my state. Alas, I must have drifted into slumber, for the next thing I remember is awaking in a pool of spilled stout. Enuresis may have occurred, I don't wish to speak of it, though.

I returned to my room, and found that the insolent pledge was still rooting in my steamer trunk. "Come now!" I said, "The whisky is no good to me now, and if you insist on taking the 'hair-of-the-dog' please use your own supplies!" I kicked him swiftly in the rear, sending his body sprawling. It was then that I saw that where his head should have rested, there was nought but a pulpy stump!

An incomplete body being useless to me, I tossed his corpse into the gorge.

Let no one think me besieged by envy when I recommend most heartily that all young ladies, or creatures possessing the semblance of young ladies, be forbidden the grounds of our beloved Delt House. I hope I am as sensible as any fraternity man of the charms of a jolly armful of co-ed, but the recent spate of what I can only call incidents with Hepzibah, Dorcas, Keziah, and Keren-happuch- God preserve us, Keren-happuch!- All right, Pabodie, I know I said I wouldn't speak of it-
The point is, it only troubles what one might call the atmosphere, and overexcites Brother West to boot. I implore you to think of the good of the brotherhood and pursue your amours elsewhere- I'm sure you gentlemen can think of a few secluded grottos, hey hey?

NB: Do not use the Potter's Field -JW