ARMY ELECTRONICS TRAINING CENTER and NAVAL TRAINING SCHOOL (RADAR)

Besides bringing with it all those autumnal beauties characteristic of New England, October brought to the Radar School the vanguard of a feminine invasion in the persons of Ensigns Quadland, Myers, Paulsen and Schwerin, W-V(S) USNR, or for those unfamiliar with Navy symbols--WAVES.

Because they are the first of their specie to take up the slide rule at this school in defense of the hyperbolic curve, because they are the first waves to appear here other than on an oscilloscope, and because the task of interviewing them promised to be most pleasant one, I managed to corral all four WAVES the other day in Pierce Study Hall, where, after all military courtesies were dispensed with, they volunteered some very pertinent reactions to the Radar School and to its student body.

"You can say right here and now," stated Ensign Olga Quadland in answer to my query, "that our social life is confined to meals at the College Coffee Shoppe." "Yes," chimed in Ensign Myers, "and as to how we feel about being the first and so far only WAVES in the school, frankly, we've not time to worry about it." At which point began a discussion of the course, its restrictive influence on the social life of a WAVE, and the chivalry of fellow students.

"Everyone has really been very helpful," volunteered Ensign Schwerin. "Yes, especially across the dinner table," one of the more loquacious of the quartet retorted. "Is that all you can say for Radar-men?" I asked "What men?" came back the quick reply from a source which preferred--nay, insisted--upon remaining anonymous

One thing can be said for all four girls: they are eager, intelligent and quick-witted young ladies, intent upon passing the course despite incidental distractions. Two of them, Ensigns Schwerin and Paulsen, are former "schoolm'arms.". Ensign Myers was a research physicist in civilian life. And Ensign Quadland is the girl who knows all about True Confessions, Love Stories and Wild West Tales, having edited several pulp magazines before donning the navy blue.

Speaking of uniforms, when asked did they miss the feminine frills of their civilian days, they replied, "Not on your life. It's a pleasure to get up in the morning and not have to worry about what to wear!"

One thing in particular in puzzling the girls. They don't know who is better situated, the WAVES down in Washington with lots of free time and no men, or themselves, with no free time, but men aplenty. Comment from the student body is invited.