Admiral Farragut Academy - Buccaneer Yearbook (St Petersburg, FL)

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Class Poem Ode Za tie fz Thirty days hath September, All the rest I don't remember, But itls for sure it is no lie 9 That ,50-,51 will never die, Hail to the drills And Pappa Strunk, The warning periods, How many flunked! To Hlunkei' Sherrill And exploding test tubes, And eshortyr' A11 With his sponge rubber shoes To NBano Parish, That's all we,ll tell, And 6'Big Johnw Casey yelling '4At Ease, Blaekwelllw To Donald Cuyatt Who made many friends, And Lt. Woodworth Who remedials had To Mrs. Stone, Our blessings to her, And '6H0ot,, Gibson With his All Right To Mfiebw Rebarker Sirlw And his automoplane, Lt. Williston asking, uWh0 sank the Maine?

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'Texas Ernien Tresselt, who showed us to the finest table in the house. We looked around and found that several occupants were in the process of being bounced by the rough and tumble Joe Folsom. The biggest surprise was yet to come, for when we looked up on the bandstand we saw none other than the Laughing Caballerosn composed of L'Flaco Ponce de Leon, 5'Scoop Cervantes, and Gordo Olavarria. We then learned that none other than The young man with the horn, the great Joey Mitchell and his band were coming over to the club so we vowed to stay there until after we had seen him. Since the next day was Sunday we decided to go to church. We entered the largest one in town, and enjoyed a very impressive sermon by Pastor Greer. When we paid him our respects after the service was over, he told us that our former classmate, Michael Scott, had won the world championship tennis match in Bermuda a few weeks before. That afternoon we went to a baseball game where two major league teams were playing their last game in the Grapefruit League. Here we found some more friends. Clarence Blackwell and '6Bobby', Burge hurried over to sell us some peanuts and hot dogs. Upon looking over our programs we saw the names of two of the boys who had made the majors. Stud Arguelles was pitching and '4Dick Ellinor was playing the field. Tommy Newman who, now up in years, was still bat boy, and Johnny Sinclaire with his four eyes was behind the plate umpiring. That night we stayed home and listened to our friend and famous news commentator, Charles Rose, who was telling about a boy by the name of Rooster , Pace who had taken the Open Golf Championship that afternoon. He then went on to tell something about Admiral 4'Curly,, Brunskill and how he and his crew were bringing in a large cargo of shrimp. We hurried down to the dock just as he was pulling in. Ensign 5'Eddie Burton tied the ship up and came over to see us. After learning all there is about the shrimp business, we went back to our car, only to find that there was a ticket on our windshield. It seems that officer Prather had given it to us for parking by a fire plug. We decided to fight the case, so without further delay we went to the law firm of gflackson, Weber and Moffatt. We went to court the very next day to see 4'Judge Devereux. After waiting quite a while for Officer Core to finish pressing charges against John Richardson, alias 'alchabodn Richardson, for drawing mustaches on billboards, our attorneys proceeded to ......... lose our case. Well, we lost our tempers and said a few things we shouldn't have. To make a long story short we were run out of town by Congo Walker for con- tempt of court. Nevertheless it was a kick and we will always remember our visit to Farragut H eightsf'

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To Chaplain Thompson Who taught us right, And the Buccaneer Staff Who stayed up all nightg To MPop Taylor With his Farragut Band, And Commander Leathers Whose Juniors raised sandg To Lt. Freed Who was always gay, While Lt. Eastman Just kept getting grayg To O.D.,' Mason What a gag And Lt. Conlonis laundry In a black leather bag: To St. Clair and Hewitt Brazen and hold, And Gunne1 , Cottom Whose Red Fox rolledg To Lt. Towne , Who got the Juniors on the ball And Commander Clark Who warned us allg To all the secretaries Whose lives we made miserable And to Dick King Whose boats were sinkahleg To Captain Russell Who we all know right well, And Captain Moyer Whose words rang a bellg And to you all Goes a ribbon in lieu, Thanks for everything, And Cod Bless You. JOEL TED FINE Poet, Class of 1951