A plane reservation in one hand and a handful of snow in the other--there's the prospect that certain ones thirsty for sunkissed regions west may take an eastern holiday nevertheless. But take hope. For it was Mark Twain who said if you don't like Boston weather, just wait a minute, brother, and it'll change.

Newlyweds

Or-you can take a hint next time from some shrewd fellows like Dan Phillips or Bob Shepherd and bring your happiness cast instead of going west yourself. Don welcomed his fiancee, Miss Beth Bidwell, and her mother to old Boston last Saturday. The second thing Beth did was to remark how much Boston reminds her of San Francisco. Hm!

On Saturday Bob Shepherd's big wedding was held at Appleton Chapel. It was a military wedding, with the arch of steel furnished by Ray Kallaus, Warren Sheard, Kenneth Mills, and Dick Sharrock. Best man was Tom B. Robinson, and master of ceremonies Frank Samone at the reception held at the Fox and Hounds Club afterwards. Using Lieutenant Towne's sword on the wedding cake, Mrs. Shepherd served a punch, described by our Harry Magnuson as a hybrid whisky sour and champagne cocktail. Only Tom (T. S.) Smith kept his head after some ten or so toasts. A gala affair. Much happiness to them.

Tomorrow Don Phillips will take on the bonds of matrimony, also at the Chapel. Others planning on similar action are, just to name a few, Jim Cockels, Bob Berra, Art Marx, Romeo Ray Wible, and Mann Wiman. We'll expect a full account after leave when they settle back down to earth.

Curry College

Only now are various and sundry reports trickling in from this dance of two weeks ago. Professor Hanson's daughter was out for the commissioning but we didn't have the opportunity to question her closely. Maestro Jim Thompson told of just flocks of starry-eyed actresses (Curry Dramatic School) using their latest approaches on the assembled multitude. All we know is that the cider was good and lasted through the evening in spite of Earl Tahner's long draughts.

Accounts Receivable

A long sigh of relief passed through Baker 100 yesterday as visions of mortgages or uniforms, long term (family) debentures vanished from our minds. The allowance had arrived. A little while longer and we'd have lost that instinct for thrift so necessary in a D.O. if his C.D.s aren't O.H. from the G.A.O. But now to hit the beach, as we say, for a long, sweet leave.