United States Coast Guard Academy - Tide Rips Yearbook (New London, CT)

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TIDE RIPS CLASS OF 1937 Victor E. Bakanas William F. Cass Ed xard p. Chester, Jr. Robert J. Clark Larry L. Davis Roger M. Dudley Corliss B. Lambert Harold Land James McIntosh Joseph W. Naab, Jr. Christian W. Peterson Paul E. Prins Walter D. Smith Chester L Steele Clement Vaughn, Jr. Clarence H. Waring, Jr. Albert F. Wayne, Jr. Mark A. Whelan Maynard F. Young CASUALTIES Robert H. Arnold James W. Bell, Jr. John J. Bewley Richard A. Bischoff Gerald W. Brooks Francis H. Burdett Daniel J. Carr Benjamin M. Chiswell, John G. Coffin Daniel F. Coughlin Carl G. Dietrich Milton F. Eisenberg John W. Emmons Earl E. Goering Harry A. Harchar Thomas G. Heath Robert V. Hulse James K. Kayser Harry G. Kilburn George E. MacGarvey Edward F. Lathrop, Jr. Henry N. Marsh John W. McMillan William R. Memler George T. Murati John W. Page Charles W. Page Luther S. Pierce Arthur H. Pritchard Sidney G. Rubinow

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FOR 1936 J. W. Naab C. W. Peterson P. E. Prins VC. D. Smith T?i e.i Jl Jb 1 Q f O C. I. Steele Clement Vaughn A. F. ' W ' avne C. H. NX ' ARING M. A. ■W ' HELA M. F. VOUNG

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FOR 19 3 6 P 4 jM i SECOND CLASS HISTORY THE coast of New England has long been noted for terrific northeast gales, which strew the shore with miles of wreckage, and hence it was not unusual that such a gale should blow along the Connecticut coast in the month of September, in the year 1933. The wind was howling madly, as if the storm god had just been slapped on for squalling during study hour. Suddenly there came a terrific thunderclap, and a flash of lightning revealed a barnacle-covered figure skillfully manipulating a battered telephone booth through the roaring surf. Came the dawn, and with it the usual accompaniment of rain and fog. With a last despairing, weary gurgle, the staunch craft stranded on that massive rocky isle, Jacob ' s Rock. The lonely passenger sat up, and shook off some of the barnacles clinging to his long beard. He raised his leonine head and looked about him, taking in with a glad eye the surrounding beauty of the sun-porch of New England, only slightly marred by the fact there was no sun. A mirthless smile swept over the features of Dingleberry von Steupfal (alias Steupfal von Dingleberry, and Von Dingfal Steuberry), as he said, At last I Barcelona and a life of adventure and freedom in the French Foreign Legion! Sanctuary!