Since the original Tea Party, Boston hadn't witnessed such an evening's entertainment as the junior officers threw this week-end for all midshipmen. Well, maybe the party wasn't just for us but from our attendance and obvious enjoyment it might as well have been.

The Junior Committee had Ruby Newman on hand with one of his six orchestras which he directs in relays as they fire out. This night, union regulations kept them from straining themselves, but the music was fast, sweet and altogether satisfying. (No need to have Bill Cunningham investigate this local.)

Over on the other side, the bar reigned supreme, receiving a large share of attention throughout the evening. The maestro here was a spry old-Civil War veteran. In spite of the commotion, he would at length hear the orders and then carefully sample them himself to see that we were all satisfied. A real gentleman he was, but long due to retire from active service.

Roof Gardens

Third place in popularity, or just in a class by itself, was the roof overlooking the town. There was practically a waiting line here as Dean Stafford, Dick Rowles and others took more than a reasonable length of time hanging over the hard rails gazing at the view.

Just from one bumping trip across the floor we ran into--John White, over from the Statler, dancing in quite a romantic mood; Max Kirschbaum, who in one of his more violent jitterbug frenzies almost floored us and his date for keeps; Tommy Smith in an angle in the wall deep in intellectual fog with someone very charming to be that way with; Dan Brestel, also fighting toward the bar with little success; and Jason Widmer, who had his buffet supper with his date at Revere Beach.

At this point we made the edge of the dance floor, only to be thrust aside by Neil Plantefaber digging his way into the ranks toward a rum coke.

Faux Pas and Such

Ed Delph and Al Kallaus were together early in the evening with two of Katy Gibbs' young ladies, but it seems that Al had a nine o'clock Saturday night watch which was too good to miss. This is a very special watch and only Al and confidants can stand it.

Dick Shorrock, that magnate from the West Coast, (polite for that state), spent his usual absorbing weekend all over Boston, but was also at the Parker House for a while with a Wellesley date whose name he jealously conceals. However, they left before we could get over to them.

Our genial president, accompanied by Jim Grisham, was there seeing that the wheels were well oiled--always an eye for his responsibilities. Harry Magnuson is that sort of guy. They went from the dance to the Essex for more adventures 'til Harry finally was worn out and started dozing. It's reported that this ended the evening.

From Colorado University, were the dates of Sam Nikkel, Ed Gilleran, and Angelo Barsanti. We understand Boston is their home, but they have caught the tang of western air and want to go back.

Beside being a factor in certain unmentionable questions, Julian Gordon found it a problem at the Parker House too. As the evening were on, the bottle washer broke down, (we thought it would on our report), and the guests had to return old glasses for refills. The paper machine with a lease would have avoided this, Julian says.

Buffet Supper

This invitation, to the buffet supper, was well received and all who accepted at Katherine Gibbs had quite a pleasant time. So, from this lead off (a la Mills) to the last notes at the Parker House, our thanks to the junior officers for a perfect evening.