Animals: In Plymouth, Vt.

A dark little shape moved in the night near a farmhouse in Plymouth, Vt. Rooting peacefully in the grassroots, it was suddenly aware of another, clamorous creature rushing at it, a barking dog. The door of the farmhouse opened and out came a little man who peered across the road into the night, disappeared indoors, reappeared accompanied by a woman with a bright light flashing in her hand. The little man was carrying a long dark object, a shotgun. While the dog, a chow called Tim, continued his barking, while the woman, Mrs. Calvin Coolidge, aimed her flashlight, the little man, Calvin Coolidge, raised his gun and pulled the trigger— BLAM! The little night creature, a common skunk or polecat, rolled over on its side shuddering, dead. Calvin Coolidge went indoors again. Next day, when he left Plymouth after his 15-week vacation (he had the gun there to hunt partridges), all the world heard how Calvin Coolidge got his skunk.