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

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FOURTH BATTALION TWENTY-FIRST COMPANY THOMAS EDWARD ARNOLD Tom. who gathered a plethora of nicknames during his stay here at USNA, is best known for his all-night seances with the books two weeks out of the year, one in January and one in May. He claims Caldwell, Idaho as his hometown and the University of Idaho as a former institution of learning for two years. Academically, it's been a long, hard war for Arns . This was not the first institution in which Tom came up against such opposition and this time he came through with flying colors. Tom gained quick recognition from the upperclass our Plebe year due to his fu«y cheeks. Arns was a fighting man though, in the true sense of the word, for after plebe year he continued to fight. If he wasn't doing battle with the books or the heavyweight bags around the boxing ring, he could always be found battling that loveable menace to all Mids, the pad-monster . A frustrated pilot, Tom joined his roommate in producing model aircraft which helped carry him to greater academic heights in his chosen minor of Aerodynamics. PETER 8IRNEY BISHOP Pete is one of those Mids who can call almost any place home, but home is where the heart is, and he claims Arlington, Va. Once claimed by '67, he joined us just before those frightening days when we met the Brigade so many centuries ago. Since that time he has been a true member of 68-X, sharing our numerous joys and sorrows. As fate would have it, his hopes for an N in gymnastics died in many trips to Misery Hall, but Pete did manage to letter twice with the Executive Dept., as his B-robe testifies. The Mad Hatter and his WRNV show often helped to make those thirteen reveille bells a little more bearable, and who hasn't drowned his study hour sorrows in Pete's numerous cartoons found in the Log and Splinter. Pete's hopes are set on subs, but no matter where he goes, we'll remember him as a fine officer and a true friend. FRANK J. BLAKE Frank came to USNA following his graduation from Sulphur High School, Sulphur. Louisiana. F. J., as we know him, soon found, however, that academics weren't really his cup of tea. As a consequence, he could usually be found pouring over writings from the mysterious scholastic world. When not employed in this activity, Frank was either playing his guitar, writing to his fiancee, or sleeping. Athletically, we found hrs prowess of great service to the Company soccer, football, and baseball teams. An easy going person by nature, Frank has proven himself a true friend and outstanding leader. With his valuable assets, it is inevitable that Frank will excel in his chosen field of Navy Line. DAVID RANDALL BRANDON For Randy, take some quiet Nebraska humor, season with a general good nature and a quick smile, simmer over the long time slow fire and a good guy that’s something more than easy to get along with happens. With one year at the University of Nebraska, Randy had a head start at understanding how to slash Navy's books. But it wasn't there that he became such a hard charger. He took up handball as something to do, and lead the Battalion team to a Brigade Championship. If Randy's not playing handball, he's studying, or sleeping. But always on his way to being a fine Naval Officer. 330

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2nd SET COR: B.L. Powell; SUB-COR: A.J. Chalklcy; C.P.O.: T.W. Duffy 3rd SET COR: S.W. Emery;SUB-COR: R.H. Hcrmanson; C.P.O.: O. Rifkin. 329

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JOHN SMEALLIE BURKS John, a third generation Academy man, came to us from Kailue, Hawaii, where he was graduated from Punahou School in 1964. He brought with him a matchless sense of humor and an insatiable thirst for Aero-Space engineering. When academics wasn’t consuming most of his time, John could usually be found either waxing his surf board or his skies. Waging a four year war with the Executive department, the Wart tried to mix his weekends between restriction and girls; the former occupying his time, the latter his interest. A true fun lover, John could usually be found where it was happening or at least trying to get there. Pointing his sights to Pensacola, John hopes to earn his wings of gold upon graduation, and join the ranks in Naval Aviation. With his ability and personality, John will excel m any field he chooses. CONRAD HAROLD CADMAN Conrad, better known to all of us as Radish , hails from that booming metropolis of Orchard Park. New York, where he graduated from high school in 1964. During the first year of his stay here. Radish learned many things, but it wasn't until his first class year that he really became a standout among midshipmen. It was then that Conrad came to find his place at the academy, and he distinguished himself by setting records for time away from navy, in the wardroom by the T.V., in the pad, and with his girl. Conrad's prowess in soccer, football, baseball. and waterpolo, along with his enthusiasm on the playing field, helped to win many victories for our intramural teams. Getting good grades with a minimum of study was one of his specialties, and he was always quick to help anyone less fortunate. It was not on a ship that he was most happy so Conrad plans to make flying his navy life. With all the fine qualities Conrad possesses there is no doubt that he will be an ace pilot and an excellent Naval Officer. FREDERICK BYRON COLE Fred Cole came to us from Sunny Butuin-game. California. He quickly adjusted to the miserable Maryland weather and settled down to an enjoyable four years at the Academy. Dividing his time equally between Battalion cross-country and the big blue trampoline, Fred excelled at both. He had a few skirmishes with the academic departments but came out on top (of his rack). With his easy going personality, endless supply of Marlboros and short (graying) hair Fred will make a welcome addition to a lucky Marine Aviation unit. GREGORY JOHN DAVIES Greg, known to hi$ many friends as Monk , is the oldest of two sons in an Air Force family. June of ’64 saw him arriving at the Academy from Cheyenne. Wyoming. After an interesting plebe year under the tutorship of the upperclass. any given weekend might find a short-haired cowboy sauntering down the streets of D.C., pipe in hand and a pretty young Bethesda resident close by his side. Famous for his unparalleled talent of sleeping in any position at any time. Monk still managed to achieve a 3.0 by the end of second class year. If his eyes withstand the many late nights of burning the midnight oil, Greg will surely be a welcome addition to the aviators of the U.S. Navy. 331