The Lucky Bag

"Jingle bells, Jingle Bells, And all through Mellon C It was the week before Christmas.

Half the dorm stood spellhound staring bleakly as the spirit, of Christmas himself, Larry Jaffa (English run cake and all that) skipped merrily, through Mellon C and D. Ray Wible took one look and put in an emergency call to report the situation to the B.D.O. Dressed in a Lilli Dache model bandana, white gloves, and red stockings, Larry succeeded in throwing the holiday spirit and the disbursement assignment into high gear in short order.

Mississippi Basin

After the unusual request for two southern gentlemen from this area, half the battalion ha been working on it's accent. The you-alls of Jack Lauder and John Sutton have been most pronounced but the latest note is that genial Jack Anspaugh has been taking southern language lessons from none other than colonel Jim Worsley himself. More power.

We See

Dan Brestel mastering 31 of the 87 ports required but stopped deciding what the "Madagals" of Keonjhargorh like for breakfast. "Tiny" Long racing around town trying to furnish and provision up that 21 room mansion, he, Max Kirschbaum, Russ parker, Art Marx, and a dozen others are planning to occupy next term.

Mr. Lindsey with half the plaster of paris at Kirkland under foot eyeing Frenchy Richard after his twenty-second question during the hour.

Bill Powell (India's railroads all spread out) industriously collecting photos for the year book. It's a worthy cause.

George Ottum trying to find out from Mrs. O. who that Bob fellow was in last week's SERVICE NEWS. Purely typographical.

Congratulations

To Jason Widmer after a very beautiful ceremony in Appleton Chapel, new wearing the gold band, herald of the fast dwindling group of free men about. We thought that Jason was safe, but it was the biggest shock since Bob Berra took the great step with little warning.

To Naylor Cragin after giving Prof. R. S. Merriam a hand of arranging the recent union election held for our patient room cleaners. Anyone that can handle Arne Arnello finds such an assignment very simple.

Last seen coming out of the Harvard Provision with two bottles of Southern Comfort, Charlie Gould and Ernie Barker were the last "gift buyers" around. Everyone else has given up, purchased is two tickets to that lodge in Maine (see C. J. Ritzen, curator of choice guide books), and sunk back into his bridge coat, prepared for the days ahead.

Merry Christmas to everyone and don't leave your Memo or Manual on any bars while you prime in flight for the midterms ahead