"The inevitable," taken from the well known phrase "the inevitable has happened," has been respectfully suggested as the title of the chapter covering the next week in the lives of local Assistants for Disbursing. Any divergent opinions on this subject will be received only after noon on Saturday.

As was evident to all who attended, the Junior dance was quite enjoyable and provided several forms of distinctive entertainment. For instance, Neale Gow jitterbugged with a blonde before a gaping audience until he could no longer untwine his long legs from his partner's.

But "the Boz" stole the show of the evening with a new diamond. Congratulations, Ensign, and we trust that Margie is duly proud of having ruined your hard-hearted and "practical" theories about women all in one term. At the dance we were also pleased to have a pleasant look at the near future Mrs. Fish.

Today, as the last man is strung up by the strung of the window shade in the back of the room, the class takes the opportunity both for itself and his former students to offer congratulations to President Wernette of the University of New Mexico.

Suggestions of the week: F. X. Hayes to be known as "Hoover" because of his proclivity for "latching on" to anything unattached within 50 feet of him. (By the way, Frankie is now carrying the picture of a girl whom he admires for her lovely blue eyes.)

Arch Aiken to be known as "Mistaken Aiken"--suggested by local Bolsheviki, well known to Arch after their many verbal encounters. (Despite press notices to the contrary Arch reported a quiet weekend on Manhattan last week; and he went mainly because "the train affords plenty of time for the Manual and Memo.")

Social Notes: Bob Grinaker announces that his service of minding babies (four years old and up) on Saturday nights will perforce be terminated after next week. On good authority we have it that it's "Brute" Lifshutz down in Texas. The most worried man in the company is Buck Ayars who before the leave is seeking an answer to a weighty problem.