Shades of horror--a week from today we shall be right in the thick of mid terms. The question of who's going to win this everlasting battle between the faculty and the "Captains of Industry" has already been decided. Oh well, a Purser in the Merchant Marine won't be too bad.

Some of the boys decided to take the Dean's suggestion to the faculty about taking a week's vacation before the summer started. The recent outburst of summer sun (followed by the weekend's icy blasts, fellow rebels), brought out the "beach boy" complex in some of the unit. Henry J. Shellar (the Bruin) was seen sunning his tremendous torso last week. Max (the Operator) Richards looms also as a tan seeker.

What is the Shellenbarger-Mitchel combination coming to--a warm friend ship? F. Rudy Trummer, Pine Island's only college man, has become a great buddy of the brother of the ex-president of the Indiana Kappa House. (Very involved). We wish Davie Staff and Bill Stark would get together on who broke Bill's now watch.

Question of the week: did "Woodie" Woodin have a nice weekend? If he didn't, we look for a very unhappy "assistant paymaster with the rank of ensign" up on the fourth deck.

* * *

Last week saw the opening of a new field to Doctor "I have a lady in the balcony" Reichard as he carried his gifted physique about the golf course in 100 or better. "Snead," says the Doc, "seems a little bit worried, but it may take me a few months to win the P.G.A. crown."

As a few of us sunshine boys were basking in the quadrangle, an announcement of the war's end brought momentary happiness until Puckett's microphone stuck its ugly head out the window. Climax of the unhappy incident was the appearance of a guillible Midshipman who had his bags packed (literally) ready to leave for home.

We wish we could get a line of the life and love (emphasis of the former) of one J. B. Mathes, roommate of "the leader." Nurses, bathing beauties, ballplayers, McClure, etc.--what a boy! Why, we ask, is Howard McDonald referred to as "the King"? Is he really of royal blood? Chuckie Shroeder pulled in dateless again this week, such a true-blue, sleepy lad is he.