Massachusetts Maritime Academy - Muster Yearbook (Buzzards Bay, MA)

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—iie, the first half of the gold dust twins, was one of the first troops to arrive at M.M.A. His bosom companion, Urban, and he soon became a familiar sight scurrying around looking for deals. Gardie early showed the Young Men who was boss. Altho one of our more reluctant rates, he proved his worth both in studies and in his excellent knowledge of seamanship. Nobody asked Marblehead, but here is whiptown ' s answer to the call of the sea. Our first impression of Jack was that made by his fine physique and wonderful tan. To that has since been added a good Irish tenor voice. John has a smooth way with the ladies, when he chooses to give them a break. Some of our tattooed tar ' s fondest memories spring from Vera Cruz and the century plant.

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Ray, a Cape Codder by heart, was slowed in pace when he boarded the Charleston. For his honorary inshore license for undersized runabouts and highpowered engines meant little. Many days have we spent listen- ing to his hundreds of exploits of circumnavigating Cape Cod Bay and his one and many narrow escapes from the sea. If Ray continues the pace at which he now travels he will undoubtedly end up a fast and debonaire chief some day. Big Dan ' s home port is Middleboro. He left the chicken farm to come to Maritime to show the outfit how to excel in sports and academics. His fidelity to the organization gave him the rate of Company Adj. Long will Big Dan be remembered for his glockenspiel solo and his close rela- tionship to Miss Rome. Dan will go far even without a tailwind.

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4 With a woosh of airplane engines, Volto transferred his activities from the Squantum Air Arm to the Buzzards Bay Naval Service. Despite a sickness during his second class year, Blackie ' s perseverance in studies kept him up with the class. A staunch member of the Horizontal Club, reveille often blew for Volto during classes. Hoping to follow his brother ' s footsteps, Blackie intends to see much of the Fleet Air Arm. Max, native son of Arlington, while bombing down Mass. Ave. must have missed a turn and found himself at M.M.A. Numerous are his lengthy stories of close shaves and short cuts encounted while tangling with the M.D.C. Due to previous experiences acquired at Boston ' s best country clubs, he far excelled his classmates in the art of messcooking. Once Max acquired the Chevy Whippet he took on the role of com- muter. If no one else does, the boys of ' 51 will always remember Max ' s attempt to make the A spaces a swimming pool.