Straight Dope

Unless we're corrected again before thin goes to press, here's the "straight dope" on mid-semester grades. We had begun this column with "Correction, Please," but we took it back, because we were right the first time. Cumulative mid-semester grades will be made up and posted for all courses by April 10. These grades will serve to tell each midshipman what his academic performance has been to date. They will take into consideration the two hour quiz, all other written papers and reports, class recitations, plus the instructor's judgment of individual aptitude, which, in fact, are the basis of final grades as well.

By the same date we hope the faculty will have prepared a reasonable statement of policy with regard to final judgements to be made before June 1. so, for goo'ness sake, stop worring!

Pine Manor Dance

Oh, boy, another Giard Triumph on the way. This time it's an invite from the exclusive Pine Manor Girls' School in Wellesley. The date's Saturday, April 10, private bus service deerect. Eighty Midshinmen bachelors to be invited. this has no connection whatsoever with the letter Artise Mayer is working on in answer to Wellesley's "We love brass buttons" article in last week's Service News. We'll say no more, but we hope it works!

Welcome Home

Must have a "Welcome" Department this week, so here 'its., Welcome home, Roger Abousamra. It was a long stay in yon hospital and we all's glad to see yo back in there readin', writin', and fightin'. Ben Graves is back, too, after a tussle with "a foreign body, non-traumatic," which, translated, means the removal of a metal, shoulder plate inserted when he busted a bone some time ago.

Nor did Skipper Collius have fun last week, laid up with a case of Navy special "cat fever." But he's back at the wheel, so all's shipshape. Hope we can say the same for Seth Gray in a week or so. He's just about got that fever "with complications" beat, and we should be seeing him soon.

Burt Carlson, who claims to be "economic advisor" to the Lonely Hearts Club submits the following in fond memory of that girls we left back in Chicage:

Absence is to love

What wind is to fire.

It puts out the little.

It kindles the great. (sigh)

In preparation for bitter struggles to come between Companies I and II, a pickup team of Midshipmen beat the pants off an ROTC softball outfit last Saturday afternoon. Well the score was 2-1, anyhow.

Will Wash Windows

Here's flash direct from the powers that be." Chase Hall windows will positively he washed come Spring. It's part of the annual Harvard clean-up and is guaranteed to improve (?) Spring studying.

Incidentally, if you're really "hep" on this "Sunday on a farm" idea. Commander Collins guarantees a quart of beer to every Midshipman who ploughs a row in his one acre victory farm next Sunday. Line forms to the middle, no crowding. please.

Good news for the guys who gave a pint of blood rather than go swimming this week. (Dick Custer fells me it's a lot more fun). As soon as the "ground is dry," we're going to have a complete sports program. So that every man can include in the sport of his own choosing "Momma, mail my riding boots and tennis vacquet. I'm going rowing on the Charles!" ... Athletic gear will be here in short order, so get ready to sign some more charge slips.

If you haven't seen Bob Oakes'' beautiful summer gabardines you just ain't been around. Drop up to bin room any time. He's sure to be trying them on Don't hil me Oaknev, I'm just kiddin Happy Birthday, Hill Slater Glery, can that gal of his bake a cake!

KATY GIBBS DANCE

Just everybody's going to be at the Katy Gibbs dance at Chase tomorrow night. Didja got an invite? Seeya there, mobbe.

We had fun last Sattidy at a cozy party given by the CRIMSON for in "wartime correspondents." Sat in the Sanetum Sanctorum Seat of Honor, and drank gallops of the punchiest punch Snowball over concocted. Parking our coast in the newsroom made us feel right home-sick for Ye Daily News and Yo Columbia Spectator office. Ah, College Days.

Murph is really beginning to see things our way. Only last week she granted a midshipman's request for a finger bowl. Anything else, fellans? Just say the word.

Welcome to Officers

Here's a welcome we forget. Welcome to our new battalion and class officers. They've already began to work on thing's stuff for you and me. And they should receive our full cooperation, because they promise, above all, to remember that they too are just Midshipmen like us'n and will always speak to us like Brudders, only better.

Small Arms?

How about small-arms training for all men? Captain Fox or Carrier X indicated it might come in handy some day.

May we close with one more Welcome? Glad to meet Professor De Haas, the knockout lecture, who really puts his audience in the mood for a helluva good week-end.