The voyages of A. L. Sammann are now history, but he dissipated look on A.L.s face isn't history. He really take these weekends seriously. The late pronunciations of Abe Zaleznik's name will make table talk for years. You should furnish everyone with the practically correct way, Abe. The way Chuckie Schroeder and Bruno Tiz to buzzing about their next term resident we are expecting great things from the dealers.

We picked up the scent of C. B. Wiren, Rob Rollain, Randy Phillips, D. Williams, and Ben Nielsen last weeks playing the role of spenders and the mancers in many of the Hub's finer night spots. Finest, they agree, of the traveled fun spots was the Statler officer's dance, where Phillips retained the "best" honors in the "Ham" department by leading a little dance riot. Sue be liked stompin' at the Savoy.

At the latest quotations of Math Enterprises, Inc., it was rising about fast as the square Strauss Poultry dropping. Could there be a mathematics correlation?

The "W" boys, Walker, Woodin, Wilcox, Wood, et al., minus "Suave Sue" Wolf, raided Beantown's late nests Saturday till their collective hearts with content, but could find nothing to "the Shang"--not a paid advertisement.

We saw brothah Davy Staff in close conversation with Max Richards or some hotel, it appeared. They have mentioning something about "elevators".

The heart of "Mother" Renfro was deeply touched this weekend where portly pitcher (Hutchings) was shelled from the box in the Braves-Cubs: "Ren" felt pity for this poor fat fell because his expansive midriff kept getting in the way.