United States Naval Academy - Lucky Bag Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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,D WAS ■-UL MOOD. had c had cdpiol M)nie choice remarl ' lit on the l)ciar(l in Section rooms. RiiD Ekwi.x: Oh! tlie Navy Regulations! Ycssir, they say tliat a battleship can ' t al va3-s do it, Init that they can do it sometimes. Bobby Doyle: A ship owes allegiance to the ] nr{ in which she is in. Als( i the captain does also. Under no circumstances shall he offer asylum under any cir- cumstances, also merchant vessels, too. Local Mean Time is the average of all the chronometers on the ship. All this time Ah illy ha coughed to draw attenti diiwn the main street in Camden, Arkansas, with one nf the village belles. Two old ladies were walking just behind them, and suddenly he overheard a scrap of their conversation. ( )ne old lad}- nudged the other, and said, ' .She ' ll do well to get him. He ' ll be an ad- miral some ilay. ' You ought to hear Sock tell that story! The Editor felt it was about time that he was adding something to the excitement, and reaching in his drawer, drew out a note-book which leen busy on the other side of the table writing sumething, and now Check ' s contribution made me think of this, he said. There was a big Alick nametl AlcCaughey. He came from jMaconib, Illinois. He used to be good. Rut it could not be stood ; Now he ' s just like the average boy. While McCaughey was bu y trying t.. put Mnlly under the table. Norm Scott removed his calabash pipe and asked people if thev remembered that one on George .Murray. It was this way, he said. George went up to the telephone girl at the Cecil while we were in London, and said, Now, my name is Murra -, M-u-r-r-a-y, Midshipman in the United States Navy. I ' m stopping

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llic niid liipmcn and alU iliK, ivmiui-cfiitlx. Jack contiiiueil. .McClaran was llu- man who had the biggest grease with Mr. I ' restun. and I never lieard of him heing taken down hut one. . hie uttered a -.ulful Mannr one ,lay. and Mr. I ' re-ton hear.l it. lie rushed u]. to .Mae an.l -eized lum hy llie liouldir. -.Mr. McClaran. if y.m ever have to oil your nioiuh tlial way again, favor me hy .i oing u]i into the eyes of the h as far as you can. and tell it to the sea-gulls, who can Hy away. ' You remember that, don ' t you, lac? This turned the laugh on Mae, who blushed and trie,l to change the subject, lie punched the Teddy titus, ke.vdixg .v XKWSP. I.KK, s .ilkd , , . RK.MIXISCENTLY. wdio was sittmg anc whether the story was true about him that was going the rounds of the First Tattalion. Vou see, Dick was in charge of the Fourth Class going to recitation the other (lav, and the (). D. swears that this is what he said: T-ourth Class, Squads left. larch. Not that way! Come back! Turn aroun.l ! Full step. March. Whoa! Stop! Halt! Gangway for the Second Class. , hen 1 give the .=top— order— halt ! ' This was so like ■% r. Hear that everybody started teasing him, and Check took out his pipe long enough to add this to the con- fu i ' n of tongues : I ' m r.ooth, say kill, me with the hair, ISig grutt levil and Teddy Hear. Tride of the i ' osMnns, . rcturus, ■yes ' do. Oh, yes, I ' m Uooth, where iliil 1 meet you. Tn the laugh that followed this Ford mumbled, Ves. . nd 1 remember that when we were going from Gib. to h ' unchal about July 15, every diary on the Iowa finished up with: ' . m] Teddy Hear dipped the linsign. ' , :- this incident came home to the ••bunch, Dick was rushed under the taliK with Jack Melvin to repent his sin . Dick l-ield had fallen into a remorse- ful nio.id as the evening progre sed. and Jo took time out to get his picture. Jay Kerley, olT in a corner, had been holding .ff a bunch who were bu-y trying to lead out hi- pet animal, and when he had about given out, he tried a new lack. ••Nou can kid me all y.m want, he sai.l, ' •but I don ' t think 1 will get as ore a- Sock Morgan di,l last Leave. He was walking ®

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at the oU- Ritz, my lionif is in P.dsloii, and T want a very nice walking-stick— a cane, you know. 1 want tlii cane, .-n,.! want it HgiU away! lintel Ritz, K-i-t-z ! ' I tohl y.m T was going to get that in on you, Geofge. My saying ' Xo thank you, ' when you aske l me to have another skag, remarked Irish, taking an inh.ale on ;i fresh cigarette, reminds me that some .Mi.lshipmeii I know are getting awl ' ullv ahseiit-minded. I linck was out in town the other day, and just as he was passing around State Circle, met . lr. I ' cnner and his wife, and in (|nile an .ilMiand way, came up to a sahUe, and s;ud M-irst Cirade, Sir. ' Xo, Mr. I ' enuer didn ' t say ' Very good. ' Well, that isn ' t as had. as Dick ' s going out in town the other day when the uniform was overcoats, and forgetting to jnit on his hlouse, s:iid Monk Read. It certainly is lucky that his head is glued on, lor he sin ' e has kept 1 lnd,ly Inisy thinking for two. i ' lill Simcius was tickled at this, and with a wary glance at Dick to see if he was unrolling his good right arm. t lil this one: Last year, when the minstrel show came otif, Buhher was one of the ushers. . s usiial, the . las(|ueraders were playing to a full house, and ladies were coming in faster than the ushers cnuld handle them. Buhlier rushed up to a seat that was filled with earl arrivals aiuoiig tlie midshipmen, and talking faster than he could think, as he usnally does, asked them to clear out and give the ladies their seats. Some of them did, Init Dick, wdio was sitting on the furthest end from L ' .ubl)cr, turned a deaf ear and looked blissfully the other wav. ' i ' hat night, when they had both returned to their room, Bubber, who had been bubbling over with wrath, looked rejiroach fully at Dick and said, ' I didn ' t spec tlum dem ' anks to get up, Dick, biU 1 suttinly sjiected you h ' But Dick was sound asleep. Speaking of fool stunts, said the Swede, wdien they had stopped twitting Dick, do any of you people remember that famous stateiuent that I ' .ishop Mc- (Juarrie put in to Mr. Steele nne da ? It went some- thing like this: ' Sir, I respectfully state in regard to the I ' eport No towel on rack, that I was absent fri m .h-iU ..n that date.— ' ery respectfully, Joiix Doi :, Mid- slnpm;in. Secmd Class. ( ;. W. is still looking for the m:m that jnit it in. isn ' t he. jack ()? ' The Bishop, who was reading a mag.-izine with Smitty, looked uji, and smiled sheepishly. About this time. They, who had been over in the c.rner holding ;m excited debate with himself and anvone else who would listen as to whether it wonl.l