Milwaukee School of Engineering - EMF Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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 ? «+•+.. Zsd P y i Ir W »'4L-jS JHE ftpSO EMF pgSp X ••IUI 11 Teacher: (Rapping on desk.) “Order, order!” Ackerman: Ham and eggs, please. Dr. Kocli: This is a dangerous experiment, students. If it should explode the whole building would be blown sky-high. Step up closer, gentlemen so you will be better able to follow me. Prof. Krotzer: Your laboratory reports should be written so that the most ignorant can understand them. Remscheid : What parts don’t you understand? (Kemper calling on his lady friend at home during Xmas vacation.) She: You do still love me? He: Yes. And you haven’t fallen in love with any girl up at school? No. Do you love me as much as ever? Yes.' And you will always love me? Yes. And there’s no one else. No. Just me? Yes. How can you sit there and lie so? Prof. Ball: How much time did you spend on this lesson? Goetschins: About an hour railroad time. Prof. Ball: What do you mean by railroad time? Goetschins: Including stops and delays. JOKES Dr. Koch: Gasser, are you real busy? Gasser: Yes. sir. very. Dr. Koch: You don’t look like it. What are you doing? Gasser: I’m trying to make a discovery. Dr. Koch: What is it? Gasser: How long a fellow can rest before you notice him. Prof. Ball: Hatchett, where are you the happiest? Platchett: Any place but in here. Can you imagine? Poling singing a solo. Hatchett awake during English class. Bole delivering a socialistic speech. Bach being bad enough to be listed here. Andrae not using peroxide on his hair. McCarthy keeping his mouth shut. Ebeling having his hair combed. Bopf not asking foolish questions. C. J. Jahn satisfied. Cane setting ’em up. Bole at a foot-ball game. Sicbold not talking. Kelly going to church. J .H. John smoking a cigar. Remscheid going queening. 4 n § Page One Hundred Sixty

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J1 M THE 102(0 —— „— A ROOKIE GOB’S FIRST NIGHT IN A HAMMOCK By Clyde C. Randolph, Term IIA The scene of this little incident, was the famous Goat Island Training Station at San Francisco, California, which I believe, was the only training station in the United States to keep the old naval regulations throughout the war. Therefore I consider it the last place in the world a rookie would want to land; for I can truly say that it is a worse place than any one of the regulation flag ships I had occasion to visit, while in the navy. The rookie, the principal in this incident, had been in the navy just one month, and this month had been spent in detention camp where a fellow only drills eight hours a day, stands guard four, stands in chow line four, and has nothing to do the other four except answer bugle calls, such as fire drill, collision drill, general quarters, etc. But on one wonderful day about ten rookies received orders to report to the Radio School at Main Barracks where they were supposed to enter the real navy, sleep in hammocks and live like real sea-going gobs. The transfer was made without any trouble and everything moved along nicely until they got to the Boatswain’ locker where they were to draw the hammocks. The old Boatswain in charge looked the rookies over slowlv, and as no one seemed to know what to say to a gorilla, he bawled out, “Well what in H---- do you sap heads want?” One of the bunch that had a little more nerve than the rest sputtered out “hammocks.” The Boatswain pointed to a pile of ropes, lashing and canvas and said. “If you fat heads have enough brains you can get your hammocks out of that pile, if not. sleep on the deck for all I care.” The rookies worked all afternoon and finally managed to get out of the pile, something in the form of a hammock. However, T doubt if there was a hammock in the lot that would float as a regulation one is supposed to do. At “hammocks” that night when the officer of the deck read out the order for the following day, he included the order that all hammocks should be in the netting properly lashed by ten minutes after reveille. This sounded nice to the rookie that spent all afternoon getting a regulation lash on his hammock. But his troubles had only begun. When he tried to sling the hammock, he found the clews too short; but with the help of a sailor he finally got this fixed, got his clothes off and stowed away under the mattress, so no one would steal them during the night, this treatment, incidentally pressing the clothes for use next day. But here came another problem—how was he going to get in his ham- mock and stay in after he got in. The thing was six feet from the deck and it seemed to swing terrible; in fact it looked worse to him then, than all the tales he had heard about it in the last month could possibly make it look. He watched the other sailors swing into their hammocks with much ease and grace and after they were in them they would swing back and forth and move around as if it was impossible to fall out. but after trying about ten minutes to duplicate their way of getting into the things and each time having the job of putting his bed and mattress back in the hammock, he finally gave it up as a bad job and leaned up against the bulk-head until a coxswain came along and told him to shake a leg and get turned in or else he would find himself on a port watch. Page One Hundred Sixty-two