Since one can drag out the Yale log only once a year, and because Santa is a regular sport, it seems about time to draw up our list of Wishes That Oughta Be: Naturally, all of them will come true since everyone-coaches, players, even the referees--have been good fellows this season. And if they don't, it's obviously the fault of the bad boys over in the HAA who somehow made a stow with those football tickets.

So our first Wish is to use the bad boys' office for a gigantic IBM calculator that will dispense the tix, automatically taking into consideration the undergraduate's age, dating status, and eyesight. For rainy games the tix will come inside umbrellas.

Right near the top of the list we'll put down Success for The Teams, underlining a win over Yale in all departments, particularly swimming. But there'll be no requests for undefeated seasons. How then could the coach flex his check muscles and mutter something about "Just wait till next year"? And with solid wins what would happen to the grand old phrase of "...not whether you won or lost, but how you played the game"?

In tune with the Yule Spirit we'll drum for beer at the Boston Garden for college hockey. After all, hockey without hops is like baseball without hotdogs, or football without fractures.

Perhaps it's too much to ask also for tipsy liquids at the Clubhouse, which will accompany an eighteen hole University golf course, something we should have wished for ages age. After all, St. Mark's, as we might suspect, and Wellesley, as we might not suspect, have their share of greens and sandtraps.

We'd be missing a political angle if we forgot to include a Wish for major letters for all sports, and a set of new walkie-talkies for the not-yet elevated cross-country squad. Only old Nick knows, but maybe walkie-talkies for the remainder of the minor sports would be enough to turn the trick.

All the teams, of course, have hidden whims, and we hope they'll not be ignored. More specifically, there are a number of necessities that Santa should include on his wagon:

To the hockey team we wish another Billy Cleary, perhaps a few Canadians, and another trip to Colorado. Plenty of seats for Watson Rink will be fine, since it's more exciting to see the crowd jumping up and sitting down instead of just standing all the while.

To the swim, team we wish a fifty-yard pool, and an electrical bulwark like Yale's seems only right. After a decade of delay, it would also be nice if the HAA brought the gallery of team portraits up to date. (That 's what those empty wood frames at the end of the pool are for.)

To the basketball squad we wish a few more fans and lower baskets for the offense. While we're at it, Kansas's Phog Allen should have his long-yearned-for 12-foot baskets now that he's got Wilt the Stilt. For the boxing and wrestling rooms we wish a fancy Air-Wick bottle and new punching bags. There might as well be a jump in the stadium for the ski squad two lawn courts for the tennis team, eleven full-blooded Indians for lacrosse, and a new mechanical foil for the fencing room. The soccer team doesn't appear to need anything.

To the Baseball team we wish a full-size outfield fence, filled, of course, with loud advertisements to make a real Big League effect. As long as our wishes are coming true, these ads will more than pay for everything ole Nick is going to bring.