The Yule season found many of the lads travelling unbelievable distances home to loved ones, while many others stuck close to Boston and vicinity to get a glimpse at a New England Christmas. Huddy Futral made the "fool's errand" indeed. Heading for Georgia, he was delayed in Virginia, turned around and spent the feast-day in Beantown. Don Brown and his Hairy Army spent the holiday at the Brown manse in Hartford. The Winchester clique ran up to the mountains for their Christmas. Bill Cousins became one of the crowd as he gave Betty a sparkler that means more than just an Xmas gift. Congrats. Poo Poo Jaffa played Santa to his loyal troop of Boy Scouts.

Hangovers

Then, of course; there was New Year's Eve, and that unforgettable morning after--in class. The drone of the Profs mingled with the snores of the class. And only Tom Gaines--a teetotaller if I ever smelled one--had the energy to speak, as he cracked, "Why I feel so bad, the circles around my eyes have bags under them." Gay parties celebrated what, for most of us, is the last New Year's for quite a while. Out in Roslindale, some of the boys had quite a time. The Copley Square Officers' Club was the stamping ground for Fred Jennings and his Navy nurse, as well as Bob (please-call-me" Bob") Bisbe. Over an Arlington Street at the Club, were Kris Krismanich and Boo Lampher making merry--among others.

Skis and Saint Bernards

Jack Brunner has planned another "spotlight affair." This time it's a trip to the mountain North Conway, New Hampshire, for a ski weekend. This trip has already shown the sings of Jack's genius for the novel--at least on paper--what with a troupe of well stocked St. Bernards, steam-heated boots, etc