It's almost an absurdity to expect anyone to write for a newspaper the very morning after one of those glorious all night stands in Winchester. But if our supply teacher can show up and proceed to try to teach what remains of the class (e.g., Bob Brocker's now asleep in the second row) we can try, too. Further more, "Broomie" made it on time, too, and if he can still fight the war after Tuesday night, anyone can. But we do note, alas, that, "Papp" Dye couldn't make it the morning after. Congratulations to the hosts if, unlike Brocker, they are as yet in condition to receive them.

A statistical note for the Wolfboro Daily Bugle: Ernie Hyne's recent defection from the ranks of the bachelors brings our class average up to 19 percent, not quite the 60 per cent once predicted. Thus far there have been no announced contributions to the figure of "nine-tenths per family." Don't despair yet, Professor Hanson.

Most of us have by now become accustomed to the day-long bleating from across the Charles to "report to the duty office," "tie your shoe-laces," etc. The boys who sleep in McCulloch, however, have decided that it's going too far when they send an expeditionary force across that same Charles at 0620 armed with drums and bugles. "Mahsh" Dranetz and the Boz (he's our law student from South Bend, you will recall) are all for setting up machine guns at the crossing; bleary-eyed Bienvenu is for something more subtle; such as blowing up the bridge as they pass over.

Bob Lish reports that he still needs a little more heavy rope for some "lashing down" in his new home. Interesting details on the subject will be furnished on presentation of a suitable length of rope.

We note that the Army has relaxed its non-fraternization rule in Germany but still sternly adheres to it in Cowie Hall. It's not possible, is it, that eating with Supply Corps personnel could be adjudged "intercourse with the enemy," the United States being in a state of war.