The Lucky Bag

Nothing of note has happened around the base lately. Of course there was that Hurricane of last week. Being accustom to Texans, such wind as there was was anticlimactic. At the highest point of the storm, with the wind whistling by Baker, and the Ivy being ripped from the walls, Dave Blumberg leaned out his porthole and waved a sheaf of pay records in a successful attempt to raise the velocity of the wind. The following morning he collected his "pot" for having guessed the highest velocity attained.

Then the latest success story: Gil Cross's poem on the "Lackawanna' pulling him up by his run-down heels into super-brilliant prominence. Through all his sudden success, Gil remains natural as ever--even speaking to non-Californians.

While we are on the subject of basking in the sunlight of the professorial smile, Don Nelson, by virtue of having a very famous uncle (not the WPB chief) is the fairhaired boy of Co. 4.

WAVE DANCE

Over at the Student's Club, another one of the very popular dances in honor of our sisters under the braid from Radcliffe saw a full and gay house. The usual group of lads from the Mid-Off, School were there, supplemented by others of their lupine ilk. Of interest to Co. 3 was the appearance of Kenny Byrd who drew his proboscis from within his Memo and showed the girls his Lone Star style. The man's a positive Romeo on the dance floor. Then, too, there were Cerf, Andrews and Brokenshire all waiting for Honest Tom Gaimes--and incidentally, his car.

The dance this week, we frankly believe was the best one to date. Perhaps it was due to the presence of WAVE Lt. (j.g.) Fay Corey who saw that both groups were well mixed up by a number of "Paul Jones's."

YEAR BOOK

Laconically, the announcement this week is that the long-awaited book will be out for circulation either Saturday or Monday, next.

Leaving off now, we turn the rest of this unmitigated tripe over to Midshipman Jack Shindler.

The Boston front was quiet last weekend with the repercussions of those wicked looking stapled report cards and rumored Board meetings. The ten percent that ventured out to celebrate--this includes distinction and unsat majors were richly rewarded.

The display of cultural interest in things Shakespearian was overpowering. Bill Powell, Bob Zehrung, Dick Rowles, Ralph Rolling, and Bob Ronshoim were on hand at the Shubert early to see "Othello." Bob Ronshoim took time out from his interests in the racial question to review his controversial play. In the light of this experience, Bob has decided that Moors are a special case and it in no way affects his arguments.

Jim Worsley, that genial North Carolinian, entertained his brother Dick around Old Boston this week. With Bill Brown they took in the performances of "Othello" too, then the Dodgers and the Braves' game Sunday.

At the Totem Pole, Julian Gordon and Herb Gold went canoeing Indian style. They were slightly disappointed by the soft drink fare which must be ordered by couples by the way. T.B. and T.E. started out from the Hotel Commander with their visiting fiancees and went out to take in the Shop Fields' band. For the benefit of first company men, these lads are the Tom Robinsons known apart only by their company numbers and middle names.

Wellesley Dance--Among the appealing invitations issued to us was the one coming from Wellesley College. Under the efficient management of Rod Willoughby, transportation via chartered city bus was arranged and a load of fifty-four singing midshipmen rode out. Held at Severance Hall, the canned music and punch bowl vied with the terrace walk in popularity.

Joe Washington held forth with an economics major (these we are assured were in the minority) on the complexion of supply and demand but with no weakening on either side. Wartime shortages couldn't be blamed Joe had met his match.

Leonard Pesses brought out the deck of cards midway in the evening to start a bridge session. There were some intense games and his baby slams were re- ported by the Cambridge seismograph as suspicious earthquake tremors.

Green appletrees were about the place and there we found Bob Howy and date, horticulturists at heart.

The Texas contingent was enough to make any lone star swell with pride. Bob Hicks and John Justice agitated the roundup early in the evening--Bob with a hometown Temple date. All in all it was a memorable evening--from the first introduction to the noisy ride back. Nevertheless the boys have decided to have Mr. Hansen audit Rod's books to see if he