This week a poll of the opinions of a representative section of the Junior Class was taken by your correspondents. The topical question was divided into two parts, as follows, "When do you think, (1) the European War will end? and (2) the Pacific War will end?" Seventy-five men answered the questions.

The results seemed to point to that feeling which is prevalent throughout the country today--that optimism is justified because the war in Europe will soon be over. The following were the results:

EUROPEAN WAR:

76 percent feel the war will be over in 1944.

24 percent of those polled feel the war will be over in 1945.

1944 broken down by months:

13 percent say the European war will be over in September, while 25 percent think it will be over in October, 21 percent in November, and 17 percent in December.

PACIFIC WAR:

46 percent feel this conflict will be over in 1945, 45 percent in 1946, and 9 percent in 1947-48.

The choice as to the month of the end of this phase of the War showed no unanimity of opinion. The period of December 1945 through January 1946 seemed to be the choice of the majority--not very strong--with a total of 24 percent having the hunch that Hirohito will throw in the Imperial sponge during those two months.

Among some of the comments made were the following: Jaffa: "Now you boys are entirely too, too unrealistic. You are guided purely by pseudo-romantic motives. The war can't possibly end until 1948." Perhaps, this, Mr. Jaffa, is purely a "dramatic hypothesis." Don Brown. I'It appears to me futile to speculate on any one date as the day on which fighting will cease. Governments might capitulate, but the military forces can well go on fighting." Jack Frost: "Don's balmy. The European war will end as I have predicted, on October 10, 1944 at exactly 5:10 A.M.--oh, er, pardon me--I mean 0510."

Chick Henn: "I was talking to Art Hein last night and he told me the war would end." (Note: We agree with Mr. Hein.)

Despite the results of the poll, and even if the war should end in the middle of tomorrow's Disbursing Class, the fact remains that we have a job to do. We should do it as best we can until such time as we can begin to pick up the threads of normal life we dropped over two years ago.

Social Events

Beer Bust. As has been announced, the Midshipman Class together with both the Junior and Senior Classes, will give a mammoth Beer Bust this evening on the quadrangle between Mellon and Chase. So go easy boys; Middies still only make $65 (less deductions of $64.27) per month.

Informal Dance at the Parker House, restricted to those of the Mid-Off School. . . . For those of you who don't know, the Parker House Roof is not open to Boston's salty breezes, so repack those woolies. It is really a smooth place to dance--with all the comforts of home--a cocktail bar attached, that is. Midshipmen and Senior Officers are invited to the function, which gives promise of being just what we have all been waiting for.

Year Book Out Soon

The Year Book for the combined Junior and Senior Classes will be ready for distribution about two weeks hence. If the galley proofs are any criteria, it will be far better than we had planned. There will be an announcement made in the next few days as to the time collections for this priceless annual will be made. Because of the deposit which must be made to the printer, some advance payment will have to be made.

Playoffs Coming Up

The Softball League is almost at an end. Because of the games being played today, some of which will be "crooshul," the final standings and therefore the teams that will compete in the playoffs cannot be announced. However, it can be stated that the playoff schedule will be posted the first of the coming week.

Here and There

Off and On the Base: With the fall and the so-called social season just beginning, some of the lads jumped the gun over the past weekend. Wellesley an its new Freshman class was the scene of the most activity, as a howling mob swep down upon the poor defenseless little girlies. Ed Johnson and Art Hein challenge that last statement. It seems that both of these boys chanced upon the same young lady. While no willow thing, she was a girl, and that's something. Net result of the encounter: two badly bruised young Ensigns. It seen Miss Wellesley was the captain of the crew up there, and had no mean handshake.

The "good time" boys shot down New York over the weekend. Green and gory are the tales they tell. Over Company 4 the fellas are all agog over the celebrity in their midst--a full-fledged cinema hero, no less. The object of the adulation, particularly from such cowpuncher worshippers as Pryor, Price and Rogers, is J. B. Morris, who in pre- war days was that grade-B hero, Gene Buck, the singing cowboy.

Not only are the Cambridge police bothered these days by teen-age delinquency, hoodlumism, vandalism and fallen arches, but now, worse than over, a band of foreign conspirators, a sort of Bund, is growing up around the Business School, latest reports show. The new group, all in uniform, are called the "Black Ties" and are led by a domineering little man named Tito Bizal. At various hours of the day their haunting battle song sweeps up through the Square, and the green statute of Jawn Harvard gets greener as it hears:

Do hoce Boston Bit

Ta morro pivo pit

Za si Boston Si

Na pivo vijani.

Hoy.

Vinca, vinca, vinca romina

Vinca, vinca, vinca romina.

Incidentally, Tito Bizal is in the threes of plans for a tennis tournament between Companies 3 and 4. More on this will be announced later