Various gentlemen in Company Baker who have felt the sting of H.T. Garvey's various talents are beginning to wonder where he spent his youth. First of all he picked out the handsome, robust and be mustached Wally Landis to spar with during those two weeks of boxing instruction.

Landis discovered that Garvey had a left hand which had been to college. It transpired, in fact, that Garvey was the 168-pound boxing champion of Notro Dame University one year--about 1938. Then two other guys took Mr. Garvey on in bowling and he clicked off a trio of games averaging about 175. Somebody else invited him to play pool one night and he knocked in 13 of the first 15 balls before the other guy could chalk his cue.

Everybody who attended the last company smoker was impressed with Garvey's ability to whistle and also to make like a trumpet. So whenever you introduce the man after this, always refer to him as "the talented Mr. Garvey." Incidentally he's an ex-newspaperman from Poughkeepsie, N.Y.

Something you shouldn't be disappointed in is the 7-43 year book, the name of which still is a deep, dark secret and in which will be a hilarious satire by John Vlahos. John, that wry, Hellenic gent from Hollywood, has written another masterpiece, this one for the benefit of company Baker exclusively, and we can feel privileged. He's the one, remember, who has written several movies.

The regimental balls are getting better and better, at least as far as company Baker is concerned. That quiet reserve and dignity you observed probably can be credited to the Baker wives, most of whom have made their way to Cambridge by now . . . . The boys who got amphib are scaring the wits out of everybody by making blood-thirsty Tarzan calls while running around besmudged with burnt cork . . . That white hat which "Admiral" Colby wore while the plain folk marched in garrisons was not the manifestation of rugged individualism. He had misplaced the other job, and had nothing else to wear, it says here . . . thoughts while strolling, as the immortal McIntyre used to write--wonder when Bill Ingram is going to get that gap filled? . . . Altitudinal Donald Dennis has become the father of another baby girl. That makes two now . . . Arthur Bornfriend has quieted down considerably and hasn't time for billiards anymore. You shouldn't have to be told that he's a married man now . . . John Gobeille got back from his 10-day pneumonia leave Tuesday looking well rested. He has been moved back to company Charlie . . . In conclusion it might be remarked that it seems almost unbelievable that company Baker has finally become company Baker. It seems like only yesterday (to coin a phrase) that we lined up full of awe and confusion at 17 Quincy Street and wondered and wondered and wondered. Well, we're still wondering.