Northwestern University Naval ROTC - Purple Salvo Yearbook (Evanston, IL)

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JAMES RUSSELL VOELLINGER 4 If you ever get the stern view of a duck that looks and talks like a man, you will probably think of Jim Voellinger. Blue eyes, blonde hair, and cute little dimples just lit our dapper little example of St. Louis manhood. Next to the boys from Milwaukee, .lim likes his beer more than any other Hotcy, past or present generation. His monu- mental dignity when addressing the members of his platoon creates an impressive silence, almost a reverence for the little man. Women, especially tall ones, have a real interest for Jim. He recalls with a touch of tearful emotion one such beauteous female of Sampson-like proportions who bought him a ladder so that he might the easier kiss her good-night. His tales and his capacity for beer hay e always roused doubts in the minds of some. But John Brunelli, guardian of the truth that he is, swears that most of them are true, much to his own amazement. Because of graduation he declined nomination for mayor of Howard street. WAYNE CI-IISSTER Wl'1NDLLSDOltI ln 1943, Wayne was broken from his Civilian First Class rating to Apprentice Seaman, when he left Chicago's Sunny South Side to become a part of life in the V . Since that time he has become noted for his complete agreement with all station regulations. Always a proponent of the perfect physique, Wendelsdorl' indulged in morning calis- thenics with determined vigor and plain unadulterated joys, and was the only unhappy man in the unit when they were abolished. A poker tiend, Wayne's one bad habit is trying to blult two pair for all they're worth. Poker was Wayne's lirst love until he discovered that going out with girls was fun too, especially with the d1'eam girl with whom he intends to commit matrimony soon after graduation. This slip stick wizard tills all the requirements of both a Tech enrollee and a loyal Beta Theta Pi. Along u ith his repertoire of witty remarks and corny Bob Hope jokes, Wayne has curly hair and dimples which are the envy of the South Quads-no wonder he's called the Jackie Cooper of N.U. JOSEPH PIGTICR WERLIC, JR. 'iLissen here youse guys, tadayls a nice day and don't any of youse gimmie no argu- ment about it, see! So might Joe Werle render an allable greeting to a group of his close friends. For his not-so-close friends, his greeting would not be quite so cheerful. We don't mean to say that Werle isn't .loe's real name but Bogart has been suggested as more appropriate. A two listed talker, Joe's bark is much worse than his bite. But as the president ot' Sextant and a platoon leader he gets more things done with two words than anyone else could with 200. Tenderer sides of Joe come out on liberty during which time his roar is toned down to a gentle sigh in the presence of liileen. .loe is counting on the navy as a career and Eileen as a wife, which proves he has sound judg- ment. St. Louis sent this black-topped son to the N.U. navy and, despite the fact that none could understand where he got so many salty phrases Cto witg gismo, deck. port, beach, bulkhead etc.J Joe proved a very welcome addition. PERRY MORTON WILSON, JH. P.M. Wilson. bright spot of the Wausau, CWis.j social whirl has arrived at X.l'. So went the glad word when P.M. put in at this cozy little circle ot' educated morons. His manners, his deportment, his shaving lotion, his nose, and his 2 cigarette lighters fdaily one and Sunday-go-to-meeting onej put Perry in u class alone. While his class- mates got hangovers from beer, Perry got them from champagne. That was the essential difference between Perry and his comrades. As boss of the color guard, P.M. descended far enough from his pedestal to become a polished, it' some-what unusual. gold brick. While V-l2ing at Notre Dame PGl'1'y played a piccolo with passhun . At N.U. Perry made gloritication of Sigma Chi his occupation and pursuit of Daisy his preoccupation. Suthce it to say he is still a Sigma Chi. His plans for the future do not include blue serge suits and gold buttons. But it is a safe bet that if and when, men ever adopt the womans cosmetic compact as standard equipment, Perry will be among the tirst to drag out a monogramed compact in a night club to powder his nose and comb his hair.

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ROISICIQT SAMUEL TAYLOR ll' you happen to inquire, Bob will proudly tell you he's from the east, and if you inquire further. you'll find he's from an incorporated community near Wilmington. IJelaware. Upon being graduated from his local Boy Scout troop, Taylor entered Northwestern under the glorious V-I2 banner in November. 1943. At first. college books seemed extremely attractive to Hob, and he could be seen leaving the campus each Friday afternoon on 3,6 liberty. Then someone made the mistake of explaining to him just what an eager beaver is, and he has since become the world's xx orst enemy of that slowly disappearing species ol' animal. A convert of Pi Kappa Alpha and a Tech man through and through, Bob hopes to do civil engineering in the postwar W.P.A. .Xt present. Bob is setting somewhat ol' a record I'or himself by holding the undying interest of one girl, Dorie by name, for over one whole year. WILLIAM .IUSICPH 'FIGNNISON Willie, il' he appeared in a Damon Runyon story, would masquerade under the name ol' Rookie Bob . While every other salty Rotey waited for his ship to come in. Will fnmed over a glue-footed pony. With three years service behind him, Willie points out that South Bend is the faitliest he has wandered from his beloved Chicago, and avows that. BuI'ers permitting, three more years will lind him still in Chicago. Baseball clubs oi' any kind. even the White Sox, give him the incentive to live through every summer. Fall finds football in the favored spot. With his year 'round hobbies of beautiful women a.nd horses that never win, football and baseball make life worth living for Will. The horsey end of his hobbies sometimes makes him rich but more often brings him face to face with poverty. Without ever seeing the ocean Will has acquired enough salt to he a 20 year man. For to this day he will still say, 'Tm going to hit the hear-h lwhen he means l'm going to catch the Jackson Park lil for home. GRANT lil'lRXAltD THORFISON The noise ol' creaking joints and protesting bones you hear will tell you that Daddy Thoreson is tottering into earshot. Guns, who remembers Dewey at Manila quite vividly. thinks that only a miracle can account for the fact that the navy still afloat with only these young punk sailors to do the work. After Mr. Wilkins retired Guns had no one with whom he could reminisce. Sandy Seeher, the youth who carries Guns' cane and pushes him up and down Howard street in his wheelchair, says it was terrible after Mr. W. retired. lt only, continues Sandy, took I2 Old Taylors for Grant to start claiming that he was young enough to start walking without his cane, There were advantages for Guns though. He could, for instance. sit back benevolently in gunnery class and see that everything was running smoothly. And most everyone agreed that it was nice of him to help Mr. Washburn whenever some fine point in gun mechanisms needed elaboration or when some salty phrase defied understanding. .J ACK ALLE R VAUGHAN Another engineer with a slide rule brain is Jack Vaughan. His ability to handle men is exceeded only by his ability to handle the fairer sex-all ages. Jack claims Columbia, Mo. as his home town and although he has been removed from it for some time he still retains that 'tyou've-got-to-shon-me complex. Because his father is an old navy man, .lack has lived in such places as Hawaii and Guam, and has travelled as far East as .lapan and China. Because he talks to Willie Moy about Shanghai like a member of the chamber of commerce, he always gets three day service on his shirts. And because he is .lack Vaughan his Chi Omega is mad about Phi Kappa Sigmefs pride and joy. What Harriet hears on Saturday night and what his company hears on Monday morn- ing are two dilTerent things. In the first case his voice drips honeyg in the second instance he sounds like Captain Bly. With Werle, and Thoreson as partners Jack intends to be running the navy 30 years from now. 27

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'ri-ioivnis JOSEPH Youno ' T.J. Young. old sour pnss himself is the best imitation of one of the oiiginal dead end kids that Oak Park, Ill. ever produced. With his hair always streaming at least a good quarter of an inch oil' his skull, Tom looked like a murderer Eve seconds before mounting the electric chair. His most noticeable dislike included the human race and all allied species. But aside from that Hot Tom had little else to worry about. Attend- ing class ol' any sort was a necessary evil to Hot T, the only purpose being to teach him to sleep as well sitting up as lying down. His likes in the food line include everything served at Lunt which means he is trvly omniverous, Most exciting time of the week for Tom was Saturday night. With a steering wheel in his hand and sport on his mind, he has broken all the speed law in every town within a radius of 75 miles fits the limit you knowj. And as the third battalion adj utant, Hot Tom earned his keep by out-screaming LAST the roar of Sheridan Road tral'lie three times a day. WILL, Made and c-oneluded the 28th day of February One Thousand Nine Hundred and l+'ort.y Six, by and between THE CLASS OF MARCH 1946 We the members ol' the above named Class do leave the following articles to our beloved instructors on the oeeasion of our leaving their most well-intended juris- dic-lion. To Mr To Mr . Meier we leave a battered and salty pair of Lieut. jg shoulder boards. . Bloomberg, CAllenD we leave a copy of Naval Etiquetteu. To Mr. Mortola we leave a blinker set and a bottle of hair restorer. To Mr. Wilkens we leave an authentie model of the Gold Star. To M1 To M 1 '. Mel4'all we leave a eopy of the book, Speak Moi'e Slowly. S '. .ftellman we leave a wristwatch with which he ean eireumnavi ate the globe in an open boat. To Mr. Washburn we leave a silver Coated salvo lateh set with diamonds and rubies and zu, pam-kage ol' Ludens. ' To Mr. Boone we leave the books, Malte the Regular Navy Your CZl,1'66l',U and, How to Swear in Ten Laiigilagesf' To Mi guards '. Gubbins we leave a sixty nine ton solid steel safe and two armed marine so he c-an better guard the Welfare and Recreation Fund. To Mr. Follett we leave a bone-ribbed corset. To lVIr. To Mr MeCaril1y we leave eight. efheient secretaries to help him with all his work. . Bear we leave a pint ol' Aeademy made Torpedo Juice and a Chaser. To Mr. Aleorn we leave a copy of the book, Life Aboard Ship. To Mr. Walselth we just LEAVE. Signed and subscribed this 28th day of February 1946 THE CLASS OF MARCH, 1946.