If big, rollicking Fred (Let-The-Chips Fall-Where-They-May) Knox is capable of becoming embarrassed, he must have become just that the other day in Harvard Union when he waxed impatient at the holdup in the chow line. "Hey, Mack," growled the agitated Frederick, prodding the back of a shortish gentleman in front of him, "what's the delay?"

"I was just waiting until they came back with some more soup," politely replied the prodee, who turned out to be Lt. Comdr. C. F. Brentgartner, no less. (P. S.: Mr. Knox already had been named among the amphibs.)

Carl Derman is meditating deeply these days on the merits of having one's profile engraved in famous places. He tried to pull a Barrymore on the steps of Harvard Union by imprinting his handsome face in that hallowed cement. The trouble was, the cement had long since dried and Mr. Berman has been making periodical retreats to Sick Bay ever since. (P. S.: He really stumbled.) . . .

R. W. Leavenworth has finally decided that Halloween is over. At least he has emerged from under that white stuff. . . . Bernie Lange, who also spent a day or so under the hoary grease, missed the chance of a life time Monday by being the little man who wasn't there when called to lead the entire company back from drill. The episode developed into a triple play. Keith Bond was the next guy called, but his voice cracked and he gave way to the astute George Funk, who is definitely the executive type.

That overflowing wastebasket in Matthew S-32 is the result of a mice scare. The cleaning lady refused to go near the thing for a week after seeing a rodent leap out of it and leer at her one morning.

Ben (Scramble-Tongue) Stephens must be getting old and brittle-boned. He broke an ankle playing basketball, and now has to listen to such taunts as "Good night, Ben, the extremes some guys'll go to in order to wear khakis!" Incidentally, have you piped those fancy fenders Ben's got on those stanchions he hobbles around with?

Latest name for flashing light, alias "blinding bulb." Now the pensive Mr. Lange comes up with "flickering filament.". . Bad Habits Department: K. W. Deadler's insistence on reserving his timid and apologetic queries until just on the hour when it's time for the smoking lamp to light.