General Sturgis (AP 137) - Naval Cruise Book

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Now that we have returned to safer waters, Lieut. Willie WESTEN and Sunny SHANNON , RM3c, are seen together on the Flying Bridge trying to lose their per manent life belts. They claim they ' re building up their muscles. . . . Call me handsome MOORE, QM3c, recently purchased (that ' s what he claimed) a rose silk kimono. Most of the members of the N Division compartment when they first saw hirn wearing it, thought we had started hauling women civilian passengers again. SPRING FASHION Note: Young ladies will be wearing the same things in sweaters this season! . . . The E Division has nominated FLOETKE, Flc, for the Sack Artist of the ship! . . . Our Chief MAA recently acquired a beautiful shiner along with a skinned face. His only comment, I was disembarking from a bus. People were shoving and in the process of disembarking my foot caught. A cute young thing entered the doctor ' s office with a worried look on her face. Doc- tor, she said, I need an operation. Major? asked the doctor. No, she said, 1 1 iii Corporal. . . . MATT JACOBS, F2c, returned from Honolulu with some very fine ladies ' silk undies. He is also planning on getting married. Any connection, JACOBS? . . . The after Boatswain ' s Locker is being remodeled into a USO Center with RANK, BM I c, the hostess. Oh you kid. . . . Caught on the Fly: Abdomen Winterbottom, the plethoric fire controlman squinting through the right end of a long glass at microscopic flags striker, Lum Yook. Upon close examination, you can see Lum ' s mustache. All kidding aside, fellows did you know that the well liked future signalman came to the U.S. from Canton, China, in 1940 on the President Coolidge? He attended school in China for nine years, but couldn ' t speak a word of English when he hit the States. Could you or I hope to learn to speak Chinese in ten times five years — let alone receive the language by flashing light?... 07

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the Simple Three, namely GREEN, WTIc, MILLS, RMIc, and FOLEY, CMIc. They are getting their vccal chords in trim for a Ship ' s Dance which we hope to have when we hit the States. The boys are hoping to lend out with one of their little ditties then. GREEN has promised to do all solos. Gruesome, ain ' t it? . . . Recently, a chief machinist ' s mate jokingly commented to J. C. WILSON, EM I c, Say, you ' re a good looking kid. He replied, seriously, Yeh! It must be my hair. . . . The girls in Australia call me ' Clark. ' WING Lee ' s Passenger Laundry has started in the Decontamination Locker ... I 5c for one-half bucket of clothes and 25c for one full bucket. So, men, I guess it ' s really true about what we head about the Junior G-Man of the MAA force furthering his talents for post war commission work. . . . Wayne SHERWOOD, SK3c, has had the name Powder Boy tagged on him because of the amount of powder he ' s been us ; ng. He claims it ' s for heat rash. . . . Ya, ya, Powder Boy . . . . Ex-pollywog Lum YOOK, Sic (SM) worked diligently all week long on a hula skirt for some unfortunate pollywog. . . . Who wore the skirt at the initiations? . . . LUM! . . . One of our few innocent cooks walked into a joint in Seattle, sat down and ordered a glass of alcoholic fermental liquor made from malt and hops . . . (beer). An untidy 4-F bartender with a contemptuous distortion of the features approached from the port quarter. You look like you ' re from the STURGIS, get the hell out! We had better change the name of our ship or hit the East coast. DRUMMOND, GM3c, the hill-billy from Taswell, Tenn., has been conscientiously ap- plying 600-W transmission grease to his hair in the hope of stopping the receeding of his receeded hairline. SoHelpus fellows, it ' s the truth. . . . Johnnie MOUNTAIN, the corpulent MAA should sleep at night and not in the sun during daytime. . . . That lovely pink skin we love to touch. . . . CLARK, SClc, who hangs out in the C.P.O mess is getting awfully sore about being questioned as to his status in Ship ' s Co. everytime he makes a liberty. He even gets stopped trying to see the movies. We know you aren ' t a passenger, but come out of your hole once in a while old boy! . . . L. 00 ■■ ' .-...■— --■■■:. ' .

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The belligerent MAA force has been kept busy breaking up crap games lately. But all they get for their efforts is Jap occupation money. . . . Heard below decks — Daniel Paul Cafarelli, GM2c, singing Into each gun tub some rain must fall, but too damn much is falling into mine. What a voice! . . By the way, have you noticed the digestible fodder zee cooks have been doling out of late? Pay them a compliment or two, they deserve it. Cooking on a transport is a long and thankless job. . . . Clancy ' s man, Irish James L. McDonald, GM3c, asked us to put an ad in this week for his book, Stately Timber. When asked if he lost it, back came the facetious answer, That ' s putting it mildly. I was rolled! Seems like he was sleeping with his head on the book, when some sneak thief actually rolled his dome to one side and made off ' Wid de evidence. ' . . . Chattery A la Sinatra Hemsath, S2c. took in quite a bit of beach in Manila. We didn ' t hear about any footba ' l games while we were there, but nevertheless Sinatra came back raving about the things gals wave over their heads at football games . . . POM-POMS At the ringside: (Fool ' s Paradise) Two radar girls, Miller, RdM3c and Larson, Sic. were fluttering about the ring last week waving their gloves at each other. If they had kept their eyes open long enough, they might have landed a punch. Maybe they ' re PIP punchy! Still at the ringside: Painter, GMIc, was the promoter and during his pro- moting he asked plumpless Ford, RTIc, if he would like to step into the ring and spar around. Hell, repied the thin man, I haven ' t enough wind to jump three times and still stand up! The rumor has it that BUSH, diminutive GM2c, is corresponding with the lonely heart club in search of a doll his own size. Just about four feet high. What next, little man? . . I can ' t judge distance WILKENS, stores first class, claimed he could tee off on a golf ball from this ship to the one off our starboard beam. Distance: Only 600 yards. WILKENS should be giving golf lessons to Jimmy Thompson, the longest hitter on the fairways. . . . L. «»