Creating a Ripple

Twas the night before Easter; the Briggs watch felt funny

Not a creature was stirring not even a bunny.

The cards and the bridge scores were stacked by with care

In hopes that a fourth hand would soon show up there.

The gals on the sick list were snug in their beds

While visions of daffodils danced in their heads.

Not a butt in an ashtray nor a buzz on the phone

Three mateys were nodding that watch out alone.

But before the house finally settled down for a short Spring snooze, there was plenty of confusion round about 0155.

Anyway WE found it confoozin.

We were glad Spring happened at last. Our Southerners were beginning to get disagreeable on the subject. Never before have they watched so anxiously for a few measly green leaves to come out.

"A Disburser's Nightmare--in three acts" was the entertainment prepaid for the Ashlers, the Ambroses, and other guests at Briggs Hall on Monday evening. Instructors who wonder why we can't remember how to balance the daily records of the Ship's Store and the Navy Mail Clerk were amazed to find their choicest classroom asides so accurately quoted. We hope they weren't surprised to see the ghosts of the celebrated first class of WAVES at the NSCS take on corporeal form. When they sang to the haunting strains of "Chloe," "All our marks will taunt you," and "through your classes here we'll always be the show," they weren't exaggerating. Ask any WAVE in the present class!

The Supply Class was honored last week by a colorful talk on provisions by Captain McIntosh. All who came to Cambridge fresh from the feminine stronghold of Northampton agree that lectures from regular Navy men are increasing their stock of nautical vocabulary and seafaring lore by leaps and bounds. Now when seen an old salt knocking a piece of bread against the table before eating it we know it is a holdover from the days when weevils made their homes in the provisions before sailors went to Supply Corps schools.

We are amused by the few Radcliffe girls who think their Navy background much superior to ours. One of them, encountered on a window seat in Long fellow Hall, was curious to know why the WAVES' songs, such as--and she launched out on a variety of tunes--"The first class sang these all the time," she said, "Come on over and we'll teach them to you."