CREATING A RIPPLE

Who says the WAVES aren't a "fighting and sea-going crew" (as per our favorite marching song)?. Ask the unlucky second baseman of the NSCS faculty team why he is going around with a sling and a splint. Battle-scarred also is Miss Marian Read, who literally overcame all obstacles to become "safe at second" by the decision of a right good ump at the bases, Lt. Comdr. Hesser, Executive Officer of the School.

With a chivalrous supply officer calling the strikes and a honey of a homer by the WAVES' athletic instructor, Ensign Fay Corey, Our Side made ten runs to the faculty's twenty, and the only argument now is whether the players or the cheering squad had more fun. It was worth the walk to Soldiers Field and back just to see Captain McIntosh posing for the camera as a leather-lunged umpire, cap on the back of his head with the be-spinached bill behind.

Another softball battle is scheduled for the next day on which it doesn't rain. This time the WAVES meet the league-winning Class D team of the NSCS. To insure keen competition the men have offered their opponents a male pitcher and catcher, a seven-run advantage, and a wager; the winners are to be entertained at the losers' mess-hall. We have accepted the challenge and the terms and are all set to prove they were much too lenient.

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One sunny day two WAVES with a Brownie, taking pictures down by the River, wandered into the Weld Beat Club and asked if they might shove off to sea in a shell. Mr. Dennison, crew instructor, suggested that they consult their own athletic instructor about arrangements. They did, and now at regular gum hours those who certify that they can swim 100 yards and "hereby take the responsibility for my life in my own hands" realize the happy ambition of every WAVE to get off of dry land.

None of them have had to swim 100 yards in the Charles River yet. In fact, the suggestion has already been made by bystanders (it's getting to be a habit) that they should practice for a race with they Navy men who go out for crew too.

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That long hike across the River and back to Briggs is becoming old stuff to the WAVES who take in everything from boats and ball games and reviews to the NSCS tea dance. Several who strolled over for a late look-in on the affair Saturday were overheard to wonder why they didn't get there earlier. Some lucky girls did go early and were glad of it.

The dancing was so enjoyable that it was generally suggested there be more of it and less entertainment which could be neither seen nor heard. One WAVE had a more specific suggestion from the first NSCS man she met. This guy took the responsibility of host so seriously as to come to the dance. Arriving during an interval of the aforementioned entertainment, our WAVE asked the person next to her what was going on, and this guy answered, "I don't know and I'm married."