It was a week filled with many happenings. The satchels under our collective orbs testify to that. The only bright spot was the fact that there were no Reports due, although that Accounting marathon is giving us an excellent opportunity to see the sea. The return of morning calisthenics caused a return to prayer as many prayed for rain, succeed-three out of five times.

The beaut of the week was the new command given by Jim Dever at P. T. as he attempted to revise the Landing Force Manual. To get his men at the proper interval, "One Cadence" Jim gave the command, "At extended intervals--Extend." Some day now we'll hear, "Column Right--Coll!!!"--

Otherwise dead classroom periods were brightened by Bob Gotchling's pronunciation of Secoy "Erl boiners"--Jim Freeze's frequent lapses into dreamland (Sunglasses will improve his technique)-- Boston calling down the wrath of the class upon himself by interrupting Mr. MacNeil's little anecdote on a certain "accounting system."

Our initial Beer-bust, through the courtesy of the Juniors, found all being baptized by the saving fluids (what if it was Bock?). Even the birdies outside on the trees flew away at an odd angle. Brogdan and Bennett thought it a beer drinking contest as they showed up in athletic gear. The combined classes split the usually austere atmosphere with well-oiled tonsils. "It must have been quite a time," commented one of Cowie's lovelier dietitians, "to keep the boys away from our wonderful weekly fish supper." (Honest, lady, we love the finny folk.)

The Regimental Ball still lives in our case-besotted heads. Well, why not? It was quite a shin-dig. Naturally all the boys from the South flocked to the affair, it being held in the GEORGIAN Room.

The bar proved a popular meeting place. In fact, it is rumored one couple actually danced. The two-some looked like croonin' Huddy Futral with an improvement over his usual (female, of course.) "Weasel" Brown and his boys took over early--and faded out likewise. Mills treated all with a "letter of Credit" which looked strangely familiar. (Get the idearrrr?) C. Harrington was there pushing Ruth Fllipetti's cousin around. Bob Gordon from Arkansas, was heard to lament, "I've been out with better girls,--but not up heah." (Ed. Note-- But, Bob, the girls wear shoes up here.