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W HltE </p><p><strong>IT </strong>LASTS </p><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">VOL.45 </li><li style="flex:1">NO.3 </li></ul><p>DECEMBER </p><p>STAFF </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">1961 </li><li style="flex:1">EST. 1919 </li></ul><p></p><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">SENIOR </li><li style="flex:1">BOARD </li></ul><p></p><p><em>Whoopgaroo: </em></p><p>y</p><p><em>General Manager Managing Editor </em><br><em>-</em></p><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">AI Cameron </li><li style="flex:1">Marsh Green span </li></ul><p>Stan Rosenblum Karl Genti Ii </p><p><em>-</em></p><p>Frank Ansuini </p><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1"><em>Editors </em></li><li style="flex:1"><em>-</em></li></ul><p></p><p>Greg Gabbard Bob Hirschfeld </p><p>oo</p><p>Norm White </p><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1"><em>Business </em></li><li style="flex:1"><em>Manager </em></li><li style="flex:1"><em>-</em></li></ul><p></p><p>Bob Jahncke </p><p><em>Office Cat </em></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1"><em>Art Consultant </em></li><li style="flex:1"><em>-</em></li></ul><p></p><p>Paul Rubinstein <br>Phos </p><p><em>Kittens </em></p><p>Irving Beth </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">JUNIOR </li><li style="flex:1">BOARD </li></ul><p>Stu Rooney </p><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1"><em>Sales Manager </em></li><li style="flex:1"><em>-</em></li></ul><p></p><p>D</p><p>oo</p><p>"S.P." </p><p>Paul Wehrenberg Steve Zilles <br>Shei la Nadine McG. </p><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1"><em>Make-up Editor </em></li><li style="flex:1"><em>-</em></li></ul><p><em>Treasurer Circulation Publicity Features Literary </em><br><em>-</em></p><p>Art Samburg </p><p><em>Manager </em>Ted Graham <em>Manager </em>Pete Angevine <br><em>-</em></p><p>Jeanne </p><p><em>-</em><br><em>Editor Editor </em><br><em>-</em></p><p>Eric Hoffman Solon </p><p><em>-</em></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">Ad <em>Manager </em></li><li style="flex:1"><em>-</em></li></ul><p></p><p>Cary Mock Chez Dorr </p><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1"><em>Art Editor </em></li><li style="flex:1"><em>-</em></li></ul><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1"><em>Literary </em></li><li style="flex:1"><em>Staff </em></li></ul><p><em>Office Manager Governmental </em><br><em>-</em></p><p>Arnie Falick <br>Jim Bradley Bob Gray <br>Steve Benton <br>Marshall Brown Marty Shemers Phil Issy Roger Hoan Ovid </p><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1"><em>Rep. </em></li><li style="flex:1"><em>-</em></li></ul><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1"><em>Exchange </em></li><li style="flex:1"><em>Editor </em></li><li style="flex:1"><em>-</em></li></ul><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1"><em>Ph otography Editor </em></li><li style="flex:1"><em>-</em></li></ul><p><em>Joke Editor - </em>B.E.D. <em>Procurer Chaplain </em><br><em>-</em></p><p>G.T. 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Thirty-five $2.80 for eight issues: $69.00 in Pago Pago. Published class mail at Cambridqe, Massachusetts. Represented for national advertising Inc., 530 Chrysler Bldg., 11 W. 42 St. New York 36, N.Y. cents per copy. Subscription </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">Dec. 15, 1961. Dec. copy inserted. </li><li style="flex:1">Entered as second- </li></ul><p>by Don Spencer, College Magazines </p><p>dential area, (Allston), our man wondered what the com- <br>C h i valry is not dead in Boston. Yet. We were down at The Sevens the other night and we saw a demonstration <br>11# e mourn another milestone in the annals of infamy ..... the staff of one of </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">motion could be. </li><li style="flex:1">Peering </li></ul><p>groggily out the window, he perceived a genuine Salvation Army band marching down his street. In no mood for salvation, he put a Dukes of Dixie land on his stereo </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">the .best College </li><li style="flex:1">Humor </li></ul><p>that pro ved this. </p><p>may know, between <br>As you the magazines in this country, the Texas Ranger, has been summarily fired, for printing in its last issue, what the hours of 10 and midnight on Friday night the interior of </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">The Sevens resembles </li><li style="flex:1">an </li></ul><p>system, </p><p>channels opened his windows. stal wart militarists turned full blast, up both <br>University </p><p>sidered of Texas con- <br>"dirty" word. <br>M.T.A. car at rus.h hour, exceptthat everyone's drinking. Through this en tangl ement of bibulous bodies a young maiden, ,with a cat mounted upon her shoulders, was attempting to 0 btain a clear and The broke a<br>Having suffered a fate almost as dire, VooDoo feels rank, stopped playing, and double-timed out of earshot. </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">that </li><li style="flex:1">it should raise its </li></ul><p>voice in the clamor that will undoubtedly be raised by many other College Humor magazines, sadness and note with the passing of a passageway lack of success. with notable <br>Suddenly swinging group of humorists. one of the barten ders 0 b- </p><p>served her plight and came immediately to her aid, by </p><p><em>Progesterone, Testosterone, Combat your urge </em></p><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">shouting </li><li style="flex:1">out loudly </li><li style="flex:1">and </li></ul><p>clearly, uMake way for the lady with the Cyoung cat')." </p><p><em>To live alone. They rush your blood And shake your bone A nd make you wallow In sweet cologne A nd clean your ears And dial your phone And sometimes giggle And sometimes groan. So clever is man, </em></p><p><strong>HONEST CARR </strong></p><p>Used John Dealer <br>Basement, Walker Memorial </p><p>A few months ago, an of- </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">ficial </li><li style="flex:1">memo from Ralph </li></ul><p>Savers was circulated around R.L.E., to the effect that too much petty thievery was going on, and would everybody please make sure that their respective offices and labs were locked at all times. We were therefore very sur- </p><p><em>With his gadgets infernal; But he's still bossed around By his juices internal. </em></p><p>A nother sign of goo d cheer ... one of our -Senior </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">board </li><li style="flex:1">members </li><li style="flex:1">was a- </li></ul><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">wakened </li><li style="flex:1">at the unearthly </li></ul><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">prised </li><li style="flex:1">last week, as we </li></ul><p>hour of 10 a.m. last Sunday morning, by the sound of hymns blaring forth from a walked through the first floor of building 26 to observe that </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">somebody </li><li style="flex:1">took </li><li style="flex:1">the 709 </li></ul><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">trumpet. </li><li style="flex:1">Living in a resi- </li></ul><p></p><p>,</p><p>Computerl/(See for yourself!) <br>2</p><p>1/# e were not </p><p>shocked at the recent furor over the Boston Police, and </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">at all </li><li style="flex:1"><strong>The </strong>SPCA has finally </li></ul><p>persuaded the city of Boston to provide maternity for the numerous shelters their illegal doings .... we've known all that for years. The really funny part is the stray cats </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">and dogs which infest </li><li style="flex:1">our_ </li></ul><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">enclo, </li><li style="flex:1">fair streets. </li><li style="flex:1">These </li></ul><p>sanctimonious puffing trying huffing being done locally. to show that the </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">and </li><li style="flex:1">sures, </li></ul><p>beasts in which are permitted the poor to have their offspring are, it is true, <br>Boston Police really corrupt. <br>Force is not A prominent </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">open to the foul weather, </li><li style="flex:1">but </li></ul><p>they are at least stuffed with nice warm scrap paper. You may have noticed them here and th ere on the street; th ey </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">religious </li><li style="flex:1">man even took it </li></ul><p>upon himself assembled </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">to lecture </li><li style="flex:1">an </li></ul><p>group of policemen on how badly is being maligned." </p><p>I</p><p>~Boston Hoodah! are marked. He re." <br>ClDrop Litter </p><p>s~i:;t, </p><p>Famous N.E. Maker </p><p>S-M-L-XL </p><p>1/#e don't know how much stock to put in this report. but we hear that Dean Petri </p><p><strong>SWEATERS </strong></p><p>I t is a known fact that <br>-all M.1. T. students, as they </p><p>Colorful, Washable </p><p>7 9 9 </p><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">OrIon made by a </li><li style="flex:1">_</li></ul><p></p><p>walk down any corridor, look in and inspect each secretary </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">is actually </li><li style="flex:1">giving loans to </li></ul><p>studen ts so they can buy in every office. </p><p>they know that every secretary <br>Little each do and </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">(fine </li><li style="flex:1">art) prin ts from the </li></ul><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">in building 14. To </li><li style="flex:1">gallery </li></ul><p>is peering </p><p>every <br>There is a certain office in the Institute which is blessed with two doors. In this office many games have been played in the past two years. As matter of fact, the most poputhink ... they said MIT had no culture! </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">out </li><li style="flex:1">and </li><li style="flex:1">inspecting </li></ul><p>little Tech Tool! <br><strong>1/#e </strong>wish to congratulate </p><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">a certain G.P., Professor </li><li style="flex:1">of </li></ul><p>Music, upon his recei ving an award from High Fiddidely </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">Magazine .... it seems </li><li style="flex:1">that </li></ul><p>ahe has done more than any </p><p>other single person to perk up the ebbing record industry lar is for each secretary pick out the wierdest to <br>Tool </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">by causing </li><li style="flex:1">the early demise </li></ul><p>who walks by and inform the of MIT's record collection. </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">other </li><li style="flex:1">before he walks </li><li style="flex:1">by </li></ul><p>If you want an example, come </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">the </li><li style="flex:1">other door. TOOLS </li></ul><p>to his lectures; </p><p>bring your lunch. but don't </p><p>BEWARE! </p><p>Harvar~ </p><p><strong>==B azar </strong></p><p><strong>Central Sq. - Comb. </strong></p><p><em>Just a half-mile down the Ave. </em></p><p><strong>I.ET":!. G r 0 e.s=."" U P </strong></p><p><strong>Itt.e ""I N e: </strong><br><strong>M</strong></p><p>3<br>The cold, white snow had ceased falling. seemingly limitless white plain stretched out in all directions from the long rows of factory buildings which, silent now, had hummed incessantly all year long for this one night's effort, this night's effort which would bring joy throughout the world the next morning to millions of <br>Abear the strange ringing sound inside his head. </p><p>All the others were asleep now, they were far too exhausted from the yearly effort to see the takeoff; besides, they had seen it countless times before. Their job Was done. The cargo stood neatly stacked in almost endless lines on the snow. Each trip back would see those lines diminish until, with the rising sun, they would be no more. little children. golden hand rail of the great sleigh in order to steady himself. He felt dizzy, he heard strange ringing sound in his head and his <br>S.N. leaned heavily against the <br>S.N. picked up the reins. The deer, who up a</p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">until this point had been restlessly </li><li style="flex:1">pawing the </li></ul><p>stomach seemed to have a mind of its own, yet he climbed into the driver's seat as he had done earth, snapped to attention; this was the job <br>. they had awaited all year, their raison d'etre. S.N. gave t-he reins a slight snap and the sleigh rose effortlessly into the sky. Suddenly he felt </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">countless </li><li style="flex:1">times before; the show must go on. </li></ul><p>His wife had begged him to let one of the helpers take his place, there were so many who could do the job. But S.N. knew better. It was <em>his </em>job, his alone, and no fall down a flight of steel factory steps was going to keep him from </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">at ease. </li><li style="flex:1">This was his job, his joy, and this </li></ul><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">He permitted </li><li style="flex:1">year would be better than ever. </li></ul><p>himself a full belly-laugh of joy . Why, the sleigh was even rising faster than ever before. Yes, this would be a banner year. </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">seeing that it was done right. </li><li style="flex:1">He knew the </li></ul><p>entire route better than anyone else, its pitfalls and its shortcuts, the tricks and turns. <br>A few hours before takeoff time he had been in such pain, a kind of pressure beneath spot on his head marked by the clean white bandage, <br>Stop 3,243,247 was at the Littig home. This was an easy stop for S.N.: only one customer, Conrad, age 7. Standing next to the tree he paused with the electric train set still half way out of the bag to picture Conrad's high screams of delight the next morning. He chuckled softly to himself so as not to awaken his customer, who had fallen asleep in a peeping position just inside the doorway to the dining room. Yes, the trains, the tractor, the model airplane, the that he. almostconsent~d <br>. helpers make ,the trip. to let one of the <br>But miraculously the <br>. sharp barb of pain had departed, and despite her pleas he had supervised the loading and hitch <br>.ing.~.c:h~cklin:~. all the time as though he couldn't </p><p>4car with the remote control, and the funny puppet with the face of a duck, all these would not fail to amuse and delight him. </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">at the other end of the line. </li><li style="flex:1">He would have </li></ul><p>preferred not to be here at all. To-day was a day when a man should be home with his family. He closed his eyes and waited for the screaming in the background to stop so he could hear what the woman was trying to tell him. It didn'fstop, it went on and on, a high pitched scream that he, as a father, had heard many times before. Someone was throwing a tantrum. </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">And he had earned it too. </li><li style="flex:1">For weeks he </li></ul><p>been practically a little angel, perfect to the point of making his mother nearly burst with pride when she saw him clean up the playroom without being told, eat the spinach he hated so </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">passionately, </li><li style="flex:1">and offer his favorite toy to the </li></ul><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">Suddenly he heard a sharp crack and the </li><li style="flex:1">boy next door. </li></ul><p>scream diminished to a whisper. finally hear the almost hysterical voice of the woman at the other end of the line. She was obviously in tears: "For months we saved, </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">Now he could </li><li style="flex:1">S.N. took a last look at the warm, angelic- </li></ul><p>looking creature sleeping peacefully, half-in, half-out of the dining room doorway, and rose </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">through the soot. Usually the trip up was </li><li style="flex:1">a</li></ul><p>little each week since last June! He took it all, not a trace left! Everything, everything, over forty dollars in toys, from our own living room without a trace!. .. " easier, but tonight he rose slowly in accompaniment to the dull throbbing which had begun again in his head. Then throwing the bag into the back of the sleigh he mounted the driver's </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">seat, took the reins, and moved on to the next </li><li style="flex:1">Sergeant Brady was not surprised, how could </li></ul><p>house down the block. slowly than before. </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">The sleigh rose more </li><li style="flex:1">he be surprised? </li></ul><p>theft reported in New York in one day. <br>~t was the 3,243,247th such <br>- Solon <br>Sergeant Brady could hardly hear the VOIce </p><p><strong>TECHNOLOGY </strong><br><strong>STORE </strong></p><p><strong>40 MASSACHUSETTS </strong><br><strong>CAMBRIDGE </strong><br><strong>AVE. </strong></p><p>.SHELl LINING <br>Highly mercerized all cotton sanforized Gatineau gabardine. 100% Timme Tuft heavyweightalpaca. <br>COtLAR.,__ Timme alpaca, new stand-up styte snaps around the neck for added weather protection or'may be worn flat. </p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">FEATURES • Completely washable </li><li style="flex:1">•</li></ul><p>••Two slash pockets Side adjustment tabs Railroad stitched tailored bottom <br>•••Heavy-duty zipper Sleevetabs Knitted inner wind cuffs </p><p>COLORS and PRICES </p><p>120.1 Tan Men's sizes S.M.l </p><p>$29.95 <br>-- 32.50 </p><p><strong>ALP </strong></p><p></p><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">Men's sizes Xl </li><li style="flex:1">'</li></ul><p></p><p>-</p><p>5</p><p>There he lay, sprawled in a pool of crimson, his face a contorted expression of paralyzed fear. 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