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

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panics George Stfein Sit fjoine luitfj )is fjat IOMMV is rea I rough another of these hailing from eggs fir. . God knows where. He dkLnt believe in tradition Plebe year in general and was thoroughly intolerant of such of the ancient customs as did not coin- cide with his own ideas concerning his comfort and conven- ience. Youngster year, however, found a complete change of heart in Tommy and today there is not a more ardent supporter of the ancicn reaime than James George. Unfortunately this handsome specimen of splendid young American manhood is a misogynist- there are only about thirty female faces forming a festoon on the locker door. Tommy long ago be- came obsessed with the idea that the sounding of one’s own particular wind instrument would be accomplished only by the endeavors' oU the individual concerned. Ilencvhis flowing line. S The inscrutable gods, when blessing him with a physique which lends itself well to statuesque effects, put in the best part of their work on Tommy. If you have missed Honor's: Football Squad. 3: Track f)ie of Tommy Squad. 3: Basketball Squad. 4. attempting a diet of Yaval Academy chalk, you have missed contact with the seamy side of life. I5ut there is one branch of our Academic life in which he is really proficient—namely, that buzz- ing and blinking that beats the best of us. Any signal James George can’t catch is n’t catellable. 1 Imagine a red-faced ruflian with a “ What in hell s that formula look and one hand trying to turn an ear inside out and von have pictured Tommy. € Whon I was on the Wyoming.''

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WJilliam ZDotige Sample Sit ILarge f 4I LL is an Army Junior, but he saw Nr4 the error of his ways in time to correct them, and so we have him with us now in the old Navy. 1 lie is an inveterate fusser, never missing a Saturday, but from the wide varietv that lie favors with his company Honors: Buzzard. , ,, , - Squad; Football and the nonchalant Squad manner in which he goes about the game, we are forced to conclude that he only regards it as a pastime and that the real thing is waiting for him—he does n’t claim any particular residence so we can't say just where she’s at. Perhaps West, or maybe over in the Islands, or down on the Border you never can tell with these Army people. CJ As if it were not enough of a handicap to have to live down an Army repu- tation. Bill has the additional hardship of living with Bunny Cochran, and iL any one can live around Bunny, and listen to his line, especially since he has Plebe Football Squad, 3; Crew 4, 3. left the ranks of the Bed Mikes, and still remain in his right mind he deserves a lot of credit. € If you’d ever seen Bill in a blanket and feather headdress, you might have thought it was Chief Eaglcbeak himself, but as soon as he opened his mouth you would have seen your mistake, for who can imagine Bill with his quiet drawl, giving areal blood-curdling war-whoop? 2 ('an you imagine a combination vacuum cleaner and steam shovel standing down on a helpless little Mess Hall meal, with decks cleared for act ion? If so, you can get an idea of Bill eating, especially after those little cruises you take up the river when you 're out for crew. Even the entertainment he pro- vided as “ Mr. Simple during Plebe year could n't stop him. But in spite of all that, the Navy will get a real officer when Bill graduates, provided the Army does n't win him back again.

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T ain't No More Plebes OU may talk °f thejoy °f heaving your cap au)ay on the final day of graduation; of the pride that fills the gallant airman’s heart, as the croix de guerre is pinned above it; of the rapture that thrills you as, with downcast eyes, she softly murmurs yes; but these are as noth- ing when compared with the insane delight with which you hurl your gun and cartridge belt at an upper classman and join the mad stam- pede through the jlrmory door to the sinuous line that wreathes round Herndon JXConumcnt %