He was a lady-killertall, dark-haired, handsome in his army officer's uniform. Beaufort George Swancutt was his romantic name. Last week he reached the climax of a disordered career, whose early details the Army had somehow missed or ignored.
After twelve hours of shocked, tight-lipped military censorship, Colonel E. R. Sarles, commander at Camp Anza, near Riverside, Calif., finally told the story:
Second Lieut. Harry J. Light and two girls were sitting in the Camp Anza officers' club drinking beer with 2nd Lieut. Swancutt when the lady-killer suddenly leaped to his feet, began firing his...
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