Smoke 'em Sister!

In the light--and a rather dim, flickering light at that--of last Thursday night's Company Dog smoke, it has been strongly suggested that your correspondent's by-line consist of just plain "Toots," and it probably would be a good idea if such reportorial cuteness could succeed in running the battery of editorial blue pencils, but, alas, for the sake of naval dignity, the "Toots" part will have to remain sort of unofficial.

Your correspondent managed to stay anonymous until the dance he was attempting called for him to turn his back to the assembly, and then the horrible truth did out.

The concensus following Thursday's smoker seemed to be that no matter how humble, there is nothing like home talent. Everybody was just crazy about J. Peter (Rosita Royce) Schaeffer and "her" Harvard Yard pigeon whose placid, fluffy beauty was brought in alive to flutter around during the er-a-dance. Rosita's statuesque loveliness captured the "imagination" of the Dog Baker-weary multitude no end, and Lt. (jg) P. L. Geibel, the tactics man, was besieged with requests for new instructions on solving the gm line. At about that time, however, the capacitance was about to overflow its square root and everybody went home.

Ben Stephens, the double-talking ex-basketball great, did himself proud at both the smoker and afterwards in Harvard Square where he occupied himself asking gendarmes where he could find the quanta obit-blah-blah-blah--and if it wasn't close by? The bobbies were befuddled no end. Anything for a gag.

The smoker also disclosed the presence in our midst of another talented double-talker in the person of Sidney Resnik, who served beautifully as a stooge for the fog-horn-voiced Benjamin. The dialogue between A.A. (Rita) Addington and O.K. (Olivia) Bovard brought down the house and Lt. (jg) T.W. (Bide Crab) Bradley with it. That last remark involving the distribution of naval responsibility and its various ramifications was unanimously elected as the climax crack of the evening.

And then there was the dancing chorus consisting of "Cuddles" Simson, "Babs" Stimmel, "Chick" Ferman, and other equally voluptuous creatures.

The work of Jack Reichart in a master of ceremonies capacity was one of the more professional contributions of the evening, and H. F. Donaldson's piano renditions as a warmer-upper were really good. The squirrelly skit by C. E. Weilepp, C. J. Patterson and J. L. Vlahos was a gem in itself, and appreciated as such.

Ensign John Landgraf of the fighting fourth finally has shoved off. Miss Marion Marchetti became his bride last Saturday morning in the Church of Mt. Carmel, Springfield, Mass. Northwest Massachusetts was the honeymoon setting, but unless the Landgrafs overstayed his leave they now are at home at 12 Bow Street, Cambridge.

John lavishly issued wedding invitations to the entire fourth platoon, and then laughed and laughed because the splicing took place beyond the 50-mile limit.

Too Bad Dep't.

The order of the pink heart has been voted unanimously to Jack Ingram for sustaining the first major wound of the battle of Harvard Square. Others have suffered fractured bones and various versions of lumbago, but these ailments are not of a permanent nature. There's no redeeming a front tooth lost in a touch football game. Jack's only satisfaction lies in showing the boys what a perfect specimen it is, as it sparkles in solitary pearliness--in the palm of his hand.

Don Dennis, former editor of the "Midwest Municipal Utilities," has been named editor of the classbook for Class 7-43, Company Dog, of NTS (Communications).

He will be assisted by the following, all of whom are former professional publications men: C. E. Weilepp, managing editor; J. H. Reichart, Jr., art editor; J. L. Vlahos, and E. H. Kone, feature editors; L. G. Stenberg and D. L. Gallup, layout editors; J. E. Derman and C. E. Van Voorhis, photo editors; J. G. Zea, and Rolf N. B. Haugen, editorial assistants.

The business manager is Gordon Marks, and he will be assisted by O. K. Bovard, J. P. Schaeffer, and F. H. Corrigan.