Florida Military Academy - Dugout Yearbook (St Petersburg, FL)

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Tll-IIEDUGOUTHY f ff ff f f f Uhr Clllaaa Hrnphrag Y While sleeping one night, the class of nineteen hundred and thirty-eight had a dream. This dream was very real to the members of the class and disclosed to them a brief picture of what they might be doing ten years from now. They saw: George Anderson breeding prize stock for Mexican bull fights.- Chuck Ayres as head accountant on Anderson's office staff. Agustin Benitez as headmaster of Havana Military Academy. Cal Bennett carrying his wife and family back to Old Virginnyn. Stewart Blauvelt racing Barney Oldfield, ,I r. on the new Central Avenue Speedway. Joe Bowen just completing his Rhodes' Scholarship as the New Yank at Oxford . Jack Breymann as the most popular man in Hollywood. Hector Buch as an eminent physician of Cuba. Horace Capps as a flight leader in the imperial Mexican air corps. Ken Conlin filing weather REPORTS in Washington for the U. S. Weather Bureau. Russ Danison as leading manufacturer of Gold Braid which is on sale in all the leading P. X.'s. Billy Earnest leading the fight for the admission of Georgia to the Union. Bob Elkins as the track coach at Maryville College, whose team has just won from Alabama. Wayne Ford drumming around. Paul Giller as perpetual O. D. at the Giller Military Academy. Harold Goldenberg operating the newest, swankiest, and highest priced night club in Miami. Effie Gonzalez teaching Speech at the University of Havana. George Hall as captain of the newest pleasure cruiser ffor hirej in St. Petersburg Yacht Basin. Page 124

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-vig-siijci A V j f.. -.- . ' if if if if if if 1 'I'I-IIEIDUGOUT I, J. B. Moody, leave my white flannels to Bradham. I, Raul Mora, leave my height to Jindra. I, Ralph Merton, leave my boxing ability to Mead. I, Eddie Noel, leave my irresistable charm to Garcia. I, Fizz Phelan, leave my nickname to Schmidt. I, Chuck Raphun, leave my merits fboth of themj to Barraque. I, Roy Reyant, leave my abundant hair to Sordo. I, Gaston Robau, leave my reveille memories to Spearman. I, Roger Schneck, leave my love affairs to Dunn. I, Byron Shouppe, leave my love for discipline to Leitch. I, Heath Steele, leave my knowledge of the game of football to Gay. I, George Turnburke, leave my trapping and hunting ability with the bow and arrow to Harry , I, James Waynick, leave my philosophies of life to Moss. I, Herbie Wertz, leave my persistent smile to Perazza. In addition to the above individual bequests we, as a class, do hereby make and declare the following bequests: To Colonel Mendels, we leave our sincerest hopes that his ambitions and desires for the Academy be realized. To Major Mendels, we leave the best of the best for the athletic department. To Colonel Bryant, we leave a year with no bull-ring. To Major Peden, we leave 27 maids to clean the Junior Barracks and three watch- men for Harry. To Major Mullaly, we leave our best hopes for an ideal Corps of Cadets and no necessity for study hall. To Colonel Ligon, we leave four new islands and three new buildings as labora- tory material for his surveying classes. To Colonel Jones, we leave a yearly pass on the P. 81 O. Steamship Lines to Cuba. To Major Fleming, we leave three alarm clocks and a perpetual hair-cut roster. To Major Bertschey, we leave our hopes for a superior corps of cadets, with superior officers, and two hours daily for drill and military classes. To Captain Ligon, we leave a new adding machine with which he can properly add his golf scores. To Major Jones, we leave Lieutenant Pierce's machine gun for shooting rats. To Lieutenant Finck, we leave the privilege of using study hall for detentions. To Lieutenant Lutz, we leave the official title Uncle Pookie , which the junior cadets have unanimously bestowed upon him. To Captain Joseph, we leave a new pair of scales for weighing the members of the diet table. In witness whereof, we have hereby caused to be placed our hand and seal on this the twenty-seventh day of May in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and thirty- eight. THE CLASS OF 1938. St. Petersburg, Florida, May 27, 1938. Pg 123

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t ik if vt if 1frTll-llEDUG0UT Wes Hausman as director of the Hausman Foundation for the Intelligent Research into the Question, What Makes It Work? Jim Holloway as the bass drummer in Captain Heney's St. Petersburg Concert Band. Fossie Hunt checking the Government's Income Tax Returns. Bob McLeish as a hard-fighting, hard-swearing, two-fisted officer in the U. S. Marine Corps. Kyle McPhail as King of the 194.8 Festival of States. I ack Mitchell operating a coaching school for prospective midshipmen. J. B. Moody as Bradham's financial manager in charge of love affairs. Raul Mora as a retired drill-master taking a vacation in the Sunshine City. Eddie Noel racing a fourfoot sloop in the Havana yacht race. John Phelan playing 6-suit bridge on the Albany Night Boat. Roy Reyant giving Benny Goodman competition with his newest Swing Band. Roger Schneck planting and picking the world's best berries in Plant City. Byron Shouppe piloting Cruiser Cab No. 1. Heath Steele pounding the night beat on 42nd Street at Broadway. , Milton Turnburke as the Robin Hood of Gulf Hammock. Herbie Wertz manufacturing a superior bean-shooter for sale to students of history. And the Post Graduates also saw themselves as they were to be in years to come. They saw: Bob Donald as the new President of the Tampa Bay Ferry Co. insisting to his Board of Directors that prompt service must he maintained at any cost. Frank Festary manufacturing American Cigarettes with automatic lighters in Cuba. J oe Gonzalez still trying to decipher the theory of relativity in Physics. Bill Hackney leading his staff of competent morticians to the Spanish Civil War. Ralph Morton giving free exhibitions of military hair-cuts in Macyis window. Chuck Raphun publishing his latest book, Campaigning Made Easy, in six short fbut interestingj lessons. F Joe Robau selling Brilliantine to his fellow law students at Harvard. Jim Waynick coaching the Fighting Gators. g X And then the dream was over. Page 125