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NSCS Midshipmen

Before geting to the detail of the day, here's a flash, right in the pan. The ban on travel will definitely be lifted for the post-exam week-end. You'll be free to go where you please from Noon on Saturday, May 15th, to Midnight (2400) Tuesday, the 18th. So, go on and make that New York date. But, "See here," don't you come back late. (well, well, a rhyme).

Make the most of that week-end, mates, because it looks like we'll not get the extra three days we hoped might materialize. Graduation (and leave) can come no sooner than June 1, since BuPers (beloved BuPers) has set that date for our commission, and no other will do.

And, while you're in the Big Town, you may want to finish your shopping because, by May 28 ... we had the uniform story here, but the bulletin board scooped us, so that's that.... However, the office recommends cancellation of tropical worsteds, gabardine, and palm beach suits, in view of eventual adoption of slate grey uniforms for summer wear. The Coop will consider all such orders cancelled as of now, unless you hop over and reiterate your desire to keep same. It's still up to you. If you want one job different from your work suit, we suggest the palm beach suit, we suggest the palm beach suit, since it's only a few dollars more. No one can predict how soon the grey uniforms will be ready, or how widely they will be required, but it's probably not such a good idea to sink fifty bucks into a suit that you may only wear a few week-ends.

So much for fashion news, now for the Society page. On page seven we have a picture of "Buster" Kearny, a ball-player if we ever saw one, who is planning a June wedding (the 5th), right here in Cambridge, with the ever-willing assistance of Mrs. Giard. Joining Buster in "the plunge" about the same time, will be Bob Edwards, Lee Shannon, Gerry Meyer, and Harry Davis. Harry recently "popped the question" through the facilities of AT & T. No doubt there will be more on the list of "missing or captured." It's gonna be a sad place for bachelors aboard, come June 14.

In the same vein, congrats to Frank Pinet for successfully promoting a Junior F.P. last week, weighing in at seven and one-half-pounds.

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It's Good to Hear Department: Good ol' Seth Grey is back to stay, Midshipman visor cap and all. We hope he gets a break on Judgment Day, because he's been through a lot more than any of us, and has taken it like an officer. Also, Warren Had's pop is better, and that flying trip to Pennsylvania wasn't necessary after all. We're glad to see that Wes Songer refuses to pick up pennies with his crutches. Try him with a half dollar some time. Who ever said swimming was a safe sport?

Personalities in the News' Miss Florence Joan Lupo, Big Sister to 180 Midshipmen. Born? Sure, waddayathink? Washington, D.C., 1920. (Took us ten minutes to find that out). Graduated Western High School in the District and soon thereafter started her career in the Navy. After a few years with Naval Intelligence, Miss Lupo served in the Supply Corps under Captain McIntosh, Lieutenant Commander (now Captain) Batcholder, and Lieutenant Dietz, now stationed overseas. She was the first secretary to work in the Supply School in Boston, and has shared in the dreams of the founders of the Midshipman School.

"Lupy" thinks her job is unique indeed, since she works in a men's dorm building and arrives daily to the tune of showering baritones, blasting radios, and choice bits of Midshipman chatter that slip right through the walls, fellows. Some day she hopes to write a book, "A Woman's View of Life in a Men's Dorm."

Her "uneventful" life includes an occasional Sunday morning canter in the park, and a so far controlled desire to bicycle to work. Don't be surprised if she loses said control one of these warm (T) days.

One hundred and twenty-five pounds of good humour, five feet five and eyes of hazel, "Miss Lupe" thinks Midshipmen are "swell says," and she's sure we'll make the world's best officers. Being very coy about her social life, all Lupy would say is "Yes, I have dated ensigns," and "No, I've never been out with a Midshipman."

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