Oh, what scoundrels those Army boys must be to have earned such punishment. Their's has been a bunk padder's fate, and we can offer little consolation. As you know, the mess hall was named for the former Admiral of the Supply Corps who "banished salt horse and cracker hash from the high seas." We will glady rename it for you boys in khaki if you can get the menu changed at Cowie Hall. In the meantime, we'll understand if, in your weakened condition, your vocal work is a little less fervent, your cadence not quite so thick, nor your salutes so generous.

We are happy to be listed among the expendables this week--our dog tags have arrived! Of course Elder's displays his COOP instead of file number, Hope lists type blood, and that's L. G., not N. G. Peterson. But barring all holds, Oh Ancient One, we are now entitled to that "metal' pay you jest about....

And here, gentlemen, is a golden opportunity. The staff of the Navy Supply Yearbook is offering one fat, gilt-edged copy of that publication, valued at an astronomical figure, but selling, at a sacrifice, for $5, to the one among you who can suggest an acceptance title befitting of such an edition at its approaching christening....

The party who told us said we weren't to tell that Coury becomes eligible for an additional $36 per month come next week, so be sure whomever you tell gets the word....

And once again the request: Grass, stay off the, request to.

Yours' till next week.