The biggest news of interest to all you really hakes is the announcement by the Social Committee (all honest, upright, social-minded grafters) that a monster picnic and general conclave will be held a Saturday, 3 June at a location as unannounced. There are a few special activities under consideration. The day will be a complete one, with picnic, swimming, and then to top it all off, an evening of dancing. The price will be as low as possible. Transportation will be taken care of by the committee. Speaking of Logistics, Don Brown, of "Weasel" fame, is planning to make up a coterie of horses and wagons to carry all who might like to follow the plodding nag. But more of that later. So, look around for possible date--as if you could get one!
This column would also like to publicize another item of interest. Plans for the Pre-Commissioning (or, Goodbye to Harvard, hello Sampson) Banquet are rapidly being formed. Entertainment is at present being quietly solicited. Jack Brunner, who evidently favors tennis courts to ballrooms, will be there with his guitar. Croonin' Huddy Futral promises to give the boys a tune. (Futral--the deflated Sinatra). A whole host of talent will be there.
And then, to wind up the social news at the moment, there tentatively will be a formal on the weekend of 24 June, which is the weekend after the finals and 2 days before the happy date (we hope) we will drop the anchor and pick up that bar. Again--more on that later.
It's great to know that we are now the big guns of this side of the school, and will continue to be. But we'll miss the Juniors. Now, who'll do our Reports for us?
Now that we are on our own the greatest bulk of the Yearbook work falls upon our case-burdened frames. More candid photos are needed if we are to approach be volume of work along this line that he Juniors have done. Get out those cameras and start shooting. Shoot anything from Profs' noses to dissipated roommates.
A contest is now open for the submission of your girl friends' picture . . . (a snapshot, prefarably). A whole page of base "Beaveresses" will feature our Yearbook. The winners will be chosen by that well-known connoisseur of femin- ine pulchritude, Professor R. S. Merriam.
Superceding John Kieran, the College librarian, and your Aunt Minnie as a storehouse of valuable information, we introduce, this week, to the world-at-large, the Hon. Art. W. Hein. The phrase, "I was talking to Art Hein last night . . ." will forever rank with the world classics.
Absent from our midst this week has been our inimitable Treasurer, Larry (Winnie-the-Poo Club) Jaffa. The success which met his performance at last week's class meeting, has forced him to convalesce this week.
The newest addition to the already over-laden group of the Unit's Comics, is Colonel Hank Cornelius. His ad libbing has left the boys weak
