As I see it, the great problem at Electronics school is not one of frequencies, oscillators or impedance. Rather it is the simple process of relaxation. "How can I relax?" asks the study-weary student, and Dr. Yeoman Brill comes pulling to the rescue with a few pertinent, though slightly irrational suggestions.

To begin with, skim over your notes lightly. Beat well with an unslid slide rule and dispose of the remains over your left shoulder as indifferently as you would a pinch of salt. Now you are on your way!

Next, go to your radio set. Approach the object with all the pent up sneer you can muster. (This last direction is straight from Frend.) Then, with rapidly successive strokes, pluck each shiny tube from its smug receptacle, clutch gleefully in both hands, and with a heinous whoop," or whatever other sound may best express your innermost emotions, smash one at a time against the book-piled desk at which you've sat so many hot nights. After this act of delicious reprisal, grab the nearest blunt weapon, and bludgeon to permanent silence the obstinate object of your electronic muddle.

Dutiful Dreamer

Now your are ready for bed. Fall asleep. Dream of a Saturday Quiz. Take up your pencil. That's right. Now with deft, steady strokes, play tic, tac, toe on all the odd questions and tiddley winks on all the even ones. Who knows, you might even get the right answer, and besides, won't Dr. Tatum be surprised?

Psychologically, you have now unburdened your irate subconscious to a point where you can relax sans remorse. So what else is there to do but to sleep on, Macbeth, 0800, 0900, 1000--what difference does it make, your core-free conscience questions?

By noon I should say that you are well done in--er--many ways. Now you have reached that point where you can really relax. And as a demonstration of Democracy in action, the government is going to help you.

G.I. Rest Camps

For those in khaki, the U. S. has provided some newly designed guard houses that surpass anything yet experienced by those seeking escape from the rigors of radio. Also, those bars which used to hang so heavy upon your shoulders are now in front of your face. Your old uniform is exchanged for a new one. This one, you will find goes so much better with bread and water.

For the Navy "relaxees," also a new uniform. Bell bottomed, one-striped cuffs, and those inevitable 13 buttons. Plus this, a slight stay at Portsmouth or some other rest resort and then... a lovely 1943 model long handled mop, a bucket of water, a broad expanse of deck and thou beside if on the bounding main, resting between swabs. Of course, if you'd rather not relax, you can always go to M. I. T.