Marquette University NROTC - Porthole Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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RESTRICTEI! Ulr - I'm a little behind in my wurk-That 15 D ' Navy men wherever they may be have long held with the distinguished Mr. Henry that life without liberty was hardly worth living and the rotcees have never been excep- tions. However, the ways of the Naval service are indeed devious, and alas, too often, the long arm of authority has reached out and frustrated an apprentice seaman who was set to make big liberty. The causes of restriction are as numerous and varied as are the restrictees, but prob- ably the most prominent is that choice little item known as the Htree . The term had many connotations before we took up the Hrotcee life. once Kilmer wrote a poem about it, Betty Smith a book, Iimmy Armstrong had it figured as a numeral and many dogs of my acquaint- ance looked upon it with a reverence akin to love. Then came seamanship, navigation, gun- nery and damage control. The Htree took on terrible significance. One day I forgot my i'gouge and the next weekend I didn't go to the USO, I didn't operate at Parker House, I didn't get high on one beer at the HPost . Life was black, but soon I had company. Bud Moynihan, Dave McDermand and Ray O'Con- nell joined the Hregulars , Bob Smith caught up with his diary on weekends, HDealer Schmitzer took 15 hours of Naval Science and soon '25 became an achievement. For a while it seemed that the Htree was an NROTC monopoly, but then came the Hbuzz boys and not to be outdone, a V-5 Htree sprang up and was soon doing nicely, thanks to Clive Bidwell, Bill Pollard, Iim Brogan, Ed Brierton and Gil Sievert. 6 3 Important as the Htree may be, we must not let it blind us to another source of amusement, the time-honored HCaptain's Mast . At one time the lines at the Captain's office were longer than the chow lines and the rewards almost as bad. Whole V-S platoons marched over for Inast. Saturdays and Sundays were distinguished only by the Hit Parade and Fred Allen. The device for acquiring permission to stay in on week-ends varied from regular white socks methods to the Dick Doe routine. IOne sweeps a week's accumulation of dust into the middle of the room and then forgets itJ One precaution must be observed, however. This ritual must be carried out on Saturday morning immediately proceeding room inspection. There remains a third method of securing extra study time on week-ends, but it lacks the appeal of the Htree or Inast. Commonly known as duty platoon , it provides much sack and bridge time. Such bridge experts as Bob Met- calte, iiBo Barrington, HW. G. Robertson and Stu Rogers owe their proficiency to such peri- ods. The more aesthetic type such as Dick Verdow, Matt Lofy and Ed Edwards prefer to Hsack oqu No matter what the cause of his restriction, when a Marquette Hsalt serves his time and then is let loose on an unsuspecting public the following week, he proceeds to make the most of God-granted freedom! v-w- -u.-.... -l L . A u I C i .1! ,t'. I u ti 4 4 'l . 'I 1 ii i: ii '3 i. ii Ii 2

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THIS IS Once. upon a time in an abode lovingly referred to as HBrooks Manor dwelt a noble knight. This knight, Mufo by name, was a good and honest man at heart, but trouble seemed to dog his footsteps. This story is of one of his famous adventures, and any re- semblance between the name Mufo and what the reader implies is purely intentional. We first see Mufo in shining armor of bell- bottomed trousers and coat of navy blue, pre- paring for his weekly crusade. With his shined shoes and well-cornbed hair he seems vaguely familiar-perhaps he is the i'lady's choice Bud Ernst, and yet, the manly physique re- minds one of Les tThe Dealerl Wise. Well, to continue our sad tale, Muto leaves iihorne to meet the toe. Unlike most knights of yore our hero does not have an arena in Which to wage battle, but must meet his adversary in the dark dungeons along Wisconsin Avenue. He first encounters the enemy While leaning against the uround- table in a dungeon known as the Avenue Bar. Later, While making his way down the street, Mufo meets his friend, Earl iino strain Fricker. Enlisting his friend's aid, he proceeds to the East Town Where the enemy again rears its ugly head. The pair, suspecting the odds are too great, call for help. From out of corners and from under tables come Cham- pions of the Cause. Such men as Gordie Hurlbert tthe Dakota Champl, Ray HOakie O'Connell tcrusader of many hard yearsl, Chief Dugan and iiRobie , and even the iipatriots from the last struggle, are ready to aid the campaign. It is soon apparent how- 164E llHANBIVEH SIUABl-Y, L5 NIT- r a ; ever, that the enemy will soon flank the small band, and so With Mufo leading the way, they beat a retreat to Hangover Square -Bob Evan's Navy Post, Where they encounter Bill Snider and his able Lieutenant, HHerb Beierle. At the Post, they put up a last ditch stand with our hero leading the crusade. Each time the warriors charge, the enemy rises to the occasion and maintains the line of battle- near the top of each glass. With each swallow it becomes evident that it is a fruitless battle, but one can hardly expect these veterans to ing effect. One by one now, the gallant knights tall by the wayside. First to go is HTwo Beer Stan Schmidt, Who has fought bravely, as is evidenced by his red face and falling hair. With all the stamina of a courageous leader, Muto tGod Bless Himl stands his ground. Like the others he shows the effects of battle fa- tigue. Luckily, at this point, a truce is declared on the battlefield While the iiempties are cleared away, and the knights burst out With a rousing chorus of iiBell-bottom-trousers-hic sung to the tune of iiSWeet Adeline . together and decides to cease battle. The friends depart, following a somewhat erratic trail homeward-and Muto, the last to stand, drinks to his foe- HWhen your heels hit hard And your head feels queer, And your thoughts rise up like foam on beer-- You're DRUNK!

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..... ....... .... i a - t x --------- ........ 3.2....- , . ..' bf! . , :.-:.:.'xt-'1, ' .......... .. . ......... wi-I'L-Z l L3,. . 3-2;: 2:43:2'? ;;;; .. 1'7 V Q: '''''' x Ah! At last that long-awaited day has ar- rived! 'Tis the Ninth of May and on this fine, Spring night, the Unit's combined social event --The Regimental Dance-bursts forth in all its splendor. And now, early in the evening, you will find RO Joe and Swab Bob busy in their respective boudoirs. After making the decision as to which after-shave lotion to use, and after be- coming satisfied with their 24 carat shoe shines, our heroes are off in a trail at Green Bus dust, to call for their fair beauties. The fair, sweet sex looks even lovelier this night, clad in their gay, spring colors of yel- low, green and Hwhat-have-you . The Navy men remain more conservative, with a dash of gold occasionally adorning the ballroom floor. The setting is the Crystal Ballroom of the Hotel Schroeder with its soft lights and tantalizing mirrored walls. A1 George and his orchestra furnish the music, while the soft, sweet melo- dies are occasionally entwined with a pulsat- ing drum-solo by HMilo Marchetti. At intermission time, a direct, sincere wel- come is extended by Captain C. H. Sigel. En- tertainment is then provided by that Hever- so-clever Dave McDermand whose rendition Of several novelty numbers including Danny Kaye's HAnatole of Paris and HBody and Soul leaves us in that carefree Spring mood. Ed Johnston, the HPrince of Magic , is next to THE REGIMEN TAL N CE appear on the stage, performing astounding acts of wizardry, exemplifying the art of presti- digitation. With the return of the orchestra, the twirl of skirts and the deft movement of danc- ers is once again observed; while others linger in the outer lounges, engaged in enjoyable chatter-and why not? Even the birds are lugubrious in this season and we must recall the more somber tones of life. The hours fly rapidly by and a new day is born; thus with the coming of the Hnew , we end the Hold , and our frolic ceases. Now, a new problem arises: to get a cab for wherever may be our destination. But, Hpatience and fortitude soon pay their divi- dends and it isn't long before our hero and his heroine have their means of transportation. Soon it is time to bid the lovely young lady Goodnight . . . Good heavens, is it that time? So, we say, HGoodnight, sweet! tIt's been wonderful, so longt'i HIt's been wonderful! USO long! And in a stumbling dash our hero is back in the cab. HFull speed ahead! Dwe- the stap-lightsi I've only got 'til two o'clock!