Massachusetts Maritime Academy - Muster Yearbook (Buzzards Bay, MA)

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Of course while we were on the cruise we all acted like perfect gentlemen. Those stories you heard about a stolen truck full of valves and gauges, a certain fourth class cadet climbing the Cliffs of Abraham, alcoholic beverages being consumed in excess, little strolls down 42nd Street, Hells Angels in Bermuda, the misplace- ment of one hundred flags in Bermuda, the T.J. Bradley show starring Rocky Racoco, turn to at 4 a.m., fire hose fights, food fights — all these are, of course, untrue.

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY The favorite Maritime pastime was Thursday night Festas. Upperjobs some of us hadn ' t ever seen before seemed to seep out of the walls on these nights. Our beloved upperclassmen seemed to have an uncanny imagination that would keep us going all night. As we began to adjust to Maritime so did we adjust to the word youngie. We had had no idea that there was a form of life so low as a youngie, but, as we all know now, there is. 28 After many months of waiting for the much belabored rumor to become an actu- ality, we saw it happen before our very eyes. The USTS BAY STATE could move! Slowly, but it did move! Our cruise itiner- ary consisted of such exotic far away places as Boston, New York, Baltimore, and Newport. But not only did we have these great ports, we also had a few of lesser importance, such as Bermuda, Nova Scotia, and Quebec.

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Youngie year did have a lot of memories, such as AWSP, Italian War Baby Fund, Sealabs, ' Are you eyeballing me, boy, double timing, top button buttoned, streakers, Sherwin ' s haircuts in the dun- geon, youngie ' s knowledge, youngie ' s lack of knowledge, Bill Durbrow ' s Mt. Wash- ington Expedition, forced busing to foot- ball games. Jocko Mahoney climbing Mt. Everest, the boardwalk, turkey shoots, whale call, bilge diving, red lead, beer blasts. Prof. Sominex, and Joe Dog ' s free educational films on anatomy. Youngie year comes but once in a lifetime — thank God! Third job year started with only the strongest having survived. Cadets under nautical training and snipes were all commonly known as third jobs. Our class was graced with a once-in-a-lifetime deal. How many classes can boast of having the same upperjobs two years in a row? As courses became tougher, so did we. It was this year that we led the league for most demerits, as our upperclassmen started using a pen rather than the ter- rorist tactics previously employed. Our vocabulary could rank right up there with that used by longshoremen and truck drivers. Our ways of finding loopholes were surpassed only by F. Lee Bailey. It was at this time we began looking forward to the magical $20,000 per year salary. And in this year we received a gift fi om the Maritime Commission called the BAY STATE II. At first look it seemed that Santa had put coal in our stocking; how- ever, with the help of the new torture tac- tics employed by Hitler von Strautman the ship was looking as good as new in no time.