Officer Material School - Golden Stripe Yearbook (Cambridge, MA)

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THE GOLDEN STRIPE uillnnkvg Brill S15RoEAN'r rl1l1lC0DRIC BAXTER, OEFILIER MA'1'1aRlAL SCIIOOI., 164 F. A., CAM1sRlDo1a, MASS., 1918. CAMP JACKSON, - COLUMBIA, S. C. 1 DEAR TED: Well, I'm in the Ensign School, which isuollicially known as the Oflicer Material School. Being in the F.A., I suppose you're acquainted with the guy who blows a tune called reveille every morning just at the time when everybody is playing the great little game of shut-eye. Said tune Hoatsout on the atmosphere here at 5.45 A.M. We cuss, but we fall in at 6.00 with the usual muster. Then its Right by squads! Double timell' lVIarch! and here We go around the famous Harvard Yard, paying no attention to the urgent pleas of the B.W.C. to Keep step V' or the C.C. to Dress up those squads! Past the halls where Emerson and Lowell slept until 9.00 A.M. and became famous, We go at 6.00 A.lVl. and obscurity staring us in the face. The war certainly has changed things. Emerson wouldn't have a chance in 1918. ' ' 1 After the run the companies are deployed for calisthenics. l use the sword only on paper. The proper denomi- nation is monkey drill. But a respectable monkey would blush for shame to see our crew plucking grapes out of the air like a Grecian goddess to the tune of sixteen counts. Everything is sixteen counts, whether you're plucking the grapes from the non-resistant ether or taking a deep breath. Imagine taking a deep breath in sixteen counts. Would Emerson? Would Lowell? There's a fellow named Sam Winslow who is always the chief monkey at the zoo exercises. He counts beautifully and measures a perfect thirty-six. He's trained this bunch down until they all look like wood nymphs. After seeing this crew perform, Ted, you wouldn't go around the corner to see the twelve apostles do a buck and wing. Somehow it gets over. lt could be worse. What if you were a worm and had to live in a wild crabapple? Why, I know one fellow who married to beat the draft, but, inside a month he had enlisted in the submarines. After retreat we always have two stampedes: the Waldorf, for a cup of Java, or the washroom for a shave. So far, only two men have been seriously injured. Not me, so I'm waiting for your letter. Your friend, MICKY. W. H. B. 73