Now that we Californians have had some weather even approaching that at home in the off season, the activities this weekend mushroomed out all through greater Boston. We'll go from club to club and see what was stirring what.

Touraine Room--Most of the battalion, not wary of crowded places and all that goes with them, assembled here last Saturday night. The place was packed like a stockyard. But there wasn't much drink stirring afoot. It seems everyone had picked out the same place to meet his friends--that's all. Max Kirschbaum even thought for a minute that he saw his mother here but no luck.

You could have held a good accounting class here and had good attendance, especially now that we have to reconcile surplus between bites at Cowie to keep up with assignments.

Totem Pole--At this quaint hideout were bottom men Mat Arsulich and Dale Waddell happy about the whole. Yes, this is one nice place.

Copley Plaza--There was no one around here but Parker Buck having dinner with his mother-in-law-to-be, up from New York for the weekend. One could see big plans afoot. Parker says this is the only way to make certain the answer will be "yes and soon."

The Casino--Into this strictly highbrow conessdon for a long show--fifteen minute intermission every hour--Frank Sam-one led his party for something different. In the party were Jason Widmer and Tom Robinson, pushing Bob Shepherd before them.

The Sheraton Roof--With four very attractive girls from Cambridge, Joe Washington, Tom Yeder, Bill Schmaltz, and Rod Willoughby made a party here Saturday night.

The dates and dinner arrangements were all through the courtesy of Miss Inglis, and the boys say they couldn't have been more delightful. Back in Cambridge, they had ham and eggs at one of the girls' homes with more dancing in stocking feet. Next week they have dates for a picnic.

Now if this isn't enough to make you introduce yourself to Miss Inglis--then you aren't human, man.

No Name Hotel--Dividing the attentions of two Spars three ways, Art Marx, Bob Stewart, and Jim Rafferty had many rounds of mixes. But they soon found that these young ladies were old Navy hands, so they left early in despair.

Belleview Riding Stables--Jack Trumbauer has a pair of bowlegs from here that almost lost him yesterday's inspection. The creases in his pants just wouldnt go around the bends.

Shangrl-La--John Hazard finally found the exit of this club (no cover, no minimum, no nothing, but once in, just try to get out) at ten Saturday night.

World Bar--The headline date of the weekend was seen with Gene McElvaney here. Various sources describe her as chic, exotic, slinking, striking, but all agree that she was very nice.

Latin Quarter--The prominent figure here was the Sam Nichol party. His description of the Latin Quarter chorus is simply beyond the scope of this sheet. But his date had too much personality for him to get any phone numbers at the time.

Anything else? Well--yes and no for this week. But next week we'll review the spots which only the junior officers and people in the know in Boston go to to get away from the crowd.