By now the faculty is salving their various bumps and bruises-both physical and mental-after that annual Senior-Faculty softball tussle. Mr. Bingham reports he has cross-classified the results and finds the Seniors won by three standard deviations and six medians-which just goes to show you how confusing such as this can be. R. S. Merriam didn't seem to meet with any universal approval as an umpire,-although he figured out the "break-even" point of every play. Out in the field Messrs. Livesey and Barloon (despite his besmirched trousers) played stellar games notwithstanding obvious myopia at the bat.

We beat our way through mobs of autograph (and favor) seeking midshipmen to interview the vanquished faculty. The only member of the defeatees we could reach was Professor Nillson, who starred for the Antedeluvians, and he stated, "Emotionally it was 3 to 2-Statistically, 106 to 1."

While on the subject of the faculty, (and it ought to be worth four Distinc's at least) it was good for a laugh the other day to see Professor "Peanut Wagon" Hanson come in, set his books down, look impatiently at the stragglers, then realize he was in the wrong classroom to rush out red-faced.

SUGGESTION-It seems to us about time our Social Committee gets plans drawn up for some sort of a class picnic or some such soiree. Gad, think of our morale. What say, mates?

Boxing the compass: Stahmer is sold on Boston after paying out the lettuce on the season's longest ride in a hansom carriage-Co. 2 claiming Red Coach Grille as their own personal anchorage (this is NOT a paid advertisement)-The Katie Gibbs girls school threw a dance for some of the lads down at the Vendome. Speer, Clevenger, Coleman, Pugh and Clark were there sprawling their Southern selves all over the place. After having made friends with certain of the graders Sigety found his picture in the morning paper the other day as "honor man."-Strunke, running his blind-date string to 10 straight, announces to all his devoted admirers that he is now concentrating on brunettes-Pryor the Politician, because he knows THE ONE gets the NEWS. Claims he spent the weekend sunning himself on campus.

Then finishing up, the countryside between here and Wellesley will never forget the horrendous spectacle of the "Good Time Boys" and their respective dates piled into a borrowed pick-up truck being caught in a sudden shower and unloading in the middle of Harvard Square.