Creating a Ripple

It would have been all right if all we had to create was ripple, but it's turning into quite a tidal wave, and if we don't watch out we're going to be washed ashore. RIPTIDE's the name of the mimeographed paper put out each week or so for the WAVES at Radcliffe, so that this column is in a sense a digest of that, neatly trimmed at the edges and censored to meet, the less tolerant gaze of our male confreres.

The big excitement of the week was the receipt of orders by the first of our number to be detached. Ensign, Celia Adams is moving on to the Bureau of Supplies and Accounts in Washington. We have it straight from the radio shack that she'll be a good person to know once the ball starts rolling for the rest of us.

Phyllis Armstrong

Phyllis Armstrong had a special communique from the North African battle-front where First Lieutenant Kenneth Johnson took time out from piloting around a three-star general to send her a money-order for an engagement ring.

The big discussion of the week never did reach any conclusion. We're still divided into two camps: is the pay that is forfeited, due to AOL, declared as part of the total taxable pay earned or is it not? From the burning arguments exchanged on the subject, you'd think quite a sizeable group had more than an academic interest in the matter.

Fame of Briggs Hall

The fame of the Briggs Hall Cooking--or could it be the charms of its occupants?--is spreading far and wide. Almost no evening sees the dining room without its male visitor. Matters have gone so far that one of our number has expressed the sentiment of many of us: "It's getting so that it's positively embarrassing to come to dinner without an escort." This is quite a Navy.

Fire drills may come and fire drills may go, but one will live forever in our memories. It was our first, but we have reason to believe not our last. At two in the morning the fire-bell started its clanging, loud and persistent. We made a pretty sight, streaming into the living room in pajamas, heavy shoes, bathrobes popped by overcoats, carrying towels and rubbing our eyes. Now that we know what t do in a fire drill, we're expectantly awaiting an air raid drill. Diversions never cease.

We used to think girls without brains really got around a lot more than those with brains. At least that's how it seemed in civilian life, but the Navy's changed all that. They don't even let you out after 7:45 unless you've made the Privileged List!