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

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I ALBERT RUSSELL LINHOLM McPherson, Kansas WHAT ' S that? You never heard of McPherson? The scene is on the observation platform of a westbound train in Kansas. In a few mo- ments the whistle whistles, the brakes brake, and the train pulls up before an unaccustomed stop. From an old weatherbeaten structure, there hung a sign which spelled the magic word McPherson. Our hero gives us a big smile, shakes hands all around, and joins the par- ade, headed by the band. He is off in a blaze of glory that is to last an entire month. A wonder at the game of knives and forks, he really gets thin carrying around what he eats. In after years, if someone shall ask me if I know Admiral Linholm, I shall reply, Admiral Linholm ? I fought, bled and died at his table for four years trying to keep from starving to death. Rifle Squad {4, 3). 9 ' JAMES HIRAM McINTOSH San Diego, California JUICE is fruit if you only refer to somewhat complex theories back in the fundamental principles. Great shades of Steinmetz! J The scene is a room in Bancroft Hall. The time a night in January just before the semi- annual examination in Juice. Gathered around the table in the middle of the room you will find a hungry looking group with mouths agape trying to comprehend what it is all about, but still unable to trace the last micro-farad to its final resting place. Leave it to James. Being a native of California, Jimmie is a constant source of information on all that pertains to the west coast, swimming in general, bathing beauties in particular. Much can be said as to his likes and dislikes. His greatest joy seems to be swimming, in which sport he has made a name for himself both at the Academy and on the west coast. Of course he has a natural dislike for anything lacking in B. T. U. ' s. Unselfish and willing at all times to help along to the best of his ability, he will always be remembered as such by his classmates and friends. Swimming Team (4, 3, 2, 1); Black N (4). ' Cycloj Ob o ' Ji 8S (K ,v fi. 1-.V-

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RICHARD GREGORY GANAHL Salt Lake City, Utah SHORTY came to us out of the West and started in at once to make himself famous. Oratory and demerits were his strong points. He could, and would, talk on any subject, and his theories astounded us. All he needed was a good listener. After successfully weathering the broom- barrage of Plebe year, Shorty gained more than local fame on Youngster cruise by chmbing the Rock of Gibraltarin ten flat. The strenuous grind of Academic life has never perturbed Shorty in the least, for he has managed to out-theory the profs by reason of endurance. Nothing was ever known to worry him, with the possible exception of that red-headed gal. He takes life as he finds it, yet never goes out of his way to look for it. Shorty goes out with admirers on every hand. The least we can say is that he ' s a man ' s man — and then some. WENDALL EVERETT KRAFT Park Ridge, Illinois HAT lesson is the easiest thing in the le the book! Half this study period left to sleep. Watch me! Ten seconds later tnere comes a steady zz-zz from Herman ' s room, a sure indication that he ' s dead to the world. For, though he is a star man in Academic pur- suits, this good natured Dutch boy has never been sat in sleep since he first coughed and signed his life away Plebe year. He hasn ' t given up hope yet, and three times has almost had sleep enough. As a result of the fi rst time, a guard on the opposing team thought a steam roller had taken his place; the second, his English Prof admitted himself vanquished; the third, he broke an oar at the finish of the Henley course. He breaks hearts as often and as easily as he breaks oars, and the multitude of pink and blue enveloped missives left by the mail each day sends up a smoke screen of p rfume that never fails to bring him to investigate, oblivious to demands of Come here, ' Herman ' and tell us the dope! or Hurry up, it ' s time for prac- tice! Wendall was a railway signal maintainer and a potential magnate, but he left them all for the honor and glory of being a Junior Lieut. (Retired) and here he is, along with all of us. Star (i, 2); Crew Squad (2); Hustlers (4); Class Szciinmitig (i); Class Football {2). ' Her ■ ■ ' ..tjjk-.M

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y JOSEPH HOWARD GIBBONS, Jr. Frankfort, Kentucky THICK, billowy mists writhe and turn slowly above an inert form upon a far- from-downy cot. Is he dead? Has the precious spark been forever extinguished ? No, not dead, merely caulking. That is Luke McLuke , the holder of all Academy caulking records, dash, middle distance, and endurance. He isn ' t dead, he ' s just doing a bit of road-work in training for the cruise. Epicyclic Luke , the only man from Ken- tucky who ever ate toast off the track table. You just know he is a sprinter, — where else could he develop that reciprocating neck mo- tion.? His spine becomes so agitated at tirnes that his head thinks its playing crack-the-whip. A simple lad of simple tastes, he is. We of sterner minds are really softened when we see the childish contentment registered by Gibby when he gets a chance to play trap drummer with a pair of pencils. Just start a Vic and give him two sticks, then leave the room. Track Squad (4, 3, 2, 1). HOWARD VANIMAN HOPKINS Denver, Colorado THE night is calm and still, like the Army- Navy football game, when suddenly the air is pierced by the harsh and discordant notes of the bray of a he-goat calling for his mate. Quickly it starts and then slowly dies in a stac- cato diminuendo. A lean face, modestly clothed in a beard of rusty wire, appears around the edge of the door and the bray is repeated. Pinky enters the room, lets out a couple of more links in his neck, warms up his Adam ' s Apple and opens up with an Excelsior laugh. Then he throws back his chest and is off in a solo. He is away up in G, diminuendoes, slides up over a Tangential and Normal Acceleration , catches his second wind in a Moment of Inertia , does some brilliant work on a Dangerous Section , grabs high C with ease, goes down into the base clef, climbs out again, takes a six-barrel triplet without turning a hair and then passes out. Silence, then the clear, mild but pathetic answer from Bill, down in the courtyard. Close the window, ' Pinky ' , he ' s homesick. ) Wrestling Squad {4, 3, 2, 1); , JVNAT(3,2); Expert Rifleman. y 9 ' Mike ' - 86 41k O Hoppy