Belén Yudess ’25
Copy Editor
As my personal hero and favorite English major Jack Skellington once said, “There are few that can deny.. at what I do I am the best, for my powers are renowned far and wide.” And of course, that quote is in reference to SAS’s ability to spook up the Student Union into a monster-vous place to chat and chill; it is in no way related to my inability to brew a batch of semi-silly puns. But alas, inspired by the spirits of the Witching Hour (I’ve been a frequent partaker as of late) and my terror-ifically funny friends, I have scrounged up a few painfully petrifying puns from a wild, wacky place within my soul (The Nucleus basement).
What couple’s costume did the Pitzer-Scripps duo decide upon for CMC’s Halloween party?
The Nucleus and the Artist Formerly Known as Keck.
What event did the residents of Sleepy Hollow put on at Mudd, inspired by Topless at Tiernan?
Headless at Hoch.
What did the CMC man dress up as for the Scripps Halloween party?
The Hub-sand.
Which spooky Scripps attraction were students anxiously awaiting the return of?
The Haunted Mot-sion (#motlove4ever).
Why did Pomona have to call the Ghostbusters?
Because there were too many ban-shees.
Ghouls and gays (you all know how they love Halloween), these last four years have passed us by like a camp sec golf cart at 3 a.m.: un-phantom-ably fast. It has been the greatest treat tricking you all into believing I am partly punny. As I wish this spooky column adieu to you, and you, and you, I witch you all the scary best and look forward to haunting your sense of pity humor from beyond the post-grad grave!
