US Naval Reserve Midshipmens School - Capstan Yearbook (Notre Dame, IN)

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Silo!! Section 30 fa!! out for shotsf' The last word had scarcely rattled off the ear drums of those hardy souls who hold down the aft end of the passageway when every door did a 90 degree turn and each doorway framed two faces. Faces-each radiat- ing a pearly grin that would have the old cat of Cheshire fame tagging the local pharmacist for an Ipana special. Yet something of the skeptic lurked in those smiles. Inexperienced as they were in the ways of the Navy, still the respective owners of those faces felt that somebody was giving out the malarkeyf Shots were something to be associated with Sweeney's. Then, quick as a Navigation P-work, dawned the truth. In something of a ripple move- ment to the rear, each face shifted gears. Gone were the smiles, gone the dreams of Green Pastures and Four Roses. Suddenly all was action, feet Hew down the ladders and Middies poured onto the parade from every side. Seconds later, file after file began funeral marching into Sick Bay. There' they stood, one on each side, with needles poised. Down darted the hypodermic. See, it doesnlt hurt, reassured the mate, just don't stumble over the bodies on the way out.', ue.4tionnaire4 We are people who knock gently on your com- partment door on a Sunny Saturday morning, we are the fly in your ice cream, we, like Webster's Dictionary and that race of men who want to know about your wife's age, Hhow many teettii has little Mary? , and your net income up to the 29th last, are information bound. For years humans have ignored signs like Slow -Men Workingn, Don't Feed, the Zebra , Powder Room , etc.g but they really go all out when it comes to Directions to Follow When Fill- ing Out This Questionnaire. We have been tolerant but are partial to long underwear and disturbing ties like those incorrigi- bles who write instead of print and who attempt humorous answers to serious questions. Sure, we've put mustaches on posters of circus women, and turned Wet Paint signs over on park benches-but, dammitall, there's a limit. This is typical! t. ..VV, gum su 1.,gtwttt1tA-M' 438-,Jef e' T 2 5 . ' ' 'First f. ift.mz:1 ' , -- Z A . , 3 L25sssN.'.f. .511-ar..btaei.4 X 4 4 g . f fi 'ff t' P571 gigs., ,fn IZ.. , 3. ig W , gtquiirur, .b-K K . Y- -1. 1-pitsma ' , f it Q ,. H ..,. L M an M A V .4 3 ,A - Vg ,:,.1'....-..1-as K Lx 4 . if , F A' A A- A JC-2if'jg'1 ,V t ' V ' +V ..m. .. ' 1 - 0' - , V, ' ,V 1 oilyat- . P b ,, f 'i9tfZ43e4': . ' . - ai T V'1TY,'U?5W , .- 5 .5 A ie: rl.l.:. 1 ibfii-3isi40f1v if 1'.i 'tW in' V' - Q5 1.ss1ua:?::.a1fs,.: M..-wmv if-rflf '-ie 5ffm ': . , V C-. -bl5't'atmZ...i TL idMVC99f5 IVJ f l'4'L i l I .. S g , I ' . .Ii I y1,g,,,,,Jg,,-3 4H',3tffvfu'avt,.gL.1lt., .Aryh-, Whit? 1 I .f-life-facie-f+-wUf.Sf4Qakt

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fnapectiona Early in Midshipman life, Joe Gish learned two ways of doing things-wrong and Navy. One of the primary channels through which he learned Navy method was Inspection. Room inspections-occurring during Joeis ab- sence--were popular with officers. He never found out what procedure was used. Scuttlebutt had it that the inspectors were armed with giant micro- scopes, wore white gloves and completely over- turned rooms in Search of dust. A varied collection of particles having been assembled by the sleuths, C.P.O.'s were detailed to make reconnaissance 'of the room and assign demerits. Sufhce it to say joe got his share. On Saturday mornings well-groomed hair, dust- less uniforms, and thirty-two point shoes were in order. The Captain and his staff spent a fractional part of a second looking at each rnan while Joeas joints slowly solidified. Remember inspections? Ensign S. Gish will. Wherever he goes he'll hear the words of a famous petty oliicer ringing in his ears, c'Youse guys is un- tidy and I'rn puttin' all of youse on repoatf, I Mail Cal! Twice each day Joe Gish waited for that letter from Mary, or Josephine, or Grace, or Louise- those letters which never seemed to show up. They had always been so attentive back in College when joe had the sport roadster. Nothing todayg' well, better luck tomorrow? All the others got letters but Joe's were always 'lost in transit-his mother was the only one who loved him. Mail Call was the meeting of happiness and pathos, Jan wrote today and Russ wore a' smile for twenty-four hours, Doris didn,t and George was grouchy as an old mule. Tomorrow the process would be reversed. But whatever the luck, all the ,section turned out for- Now hear this, Mail Call for Section 34?

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