United States Coast Guard Academy - Tide Rips Yearbook (New London, CT)

Page 28 text:

Is this ihr iiiiy that ruloii did ilY Professor . . Barlon Hixiu- ufjc tioii(itcl I- id 1 1 1 1 ' Daddy Jf iirhucLs. 24 Sco cceace ' Kotaling bodies acl in strange ways. This l il i)i ' hrifilitness was our introduction to J. Bar- liiii rioag. Professor, the man who knows exaetiy why the electrons act the way they do. In fact. Professor Hoag doesn ' t hesitate to show- to the onh oker e idence of devices patented l»y J. B. Hoag, all devised to knock the stuffings out of the electron. When he isn ' t chasing the elusive negative charge, Professor Hoag spends his time heading a department which has man- aged to hold the attention of its students through two ' ar of feverish cramming before monthly exams. After the four semesters of general physics, we were deemed ready for another plunge into that great unknown. Electro-physics. None of us will e cr forget that semester when we spent our time worrying about how anyone would possibly get 25 7 on a final, knowing as little as we did. Somehow, we got through that seemingly insurmountable obstacle. One semester of chemistry was all the test tube shuffling we had to endure. Still, the course revealed all the secrets of compounding soap more pure than Ivory. Confidential formulae for the production of high explosives were re- vealed to those who seemed tired of it all.

Page 27 text:

Dce (ioine Septeniher. wt- (liiiii])(- l our MiiiirtK r texts into a coriicr aiul went to mm — well, to Long Island Sonnd. at l( ' a l. Ww call of ad- venture in foreifin ports look us lo lJridjj;e|)orl. tlity IshuuK yes, even Greeiipoit. We saw llieni all — from the erosstrees and llie locsle head, ours was only soogee, hoist, and holystone. We pulled on the lines handed us. and dropped lo the deck in e ery spare minute for rest, rest, rest. Lulled hy the swish of the cutwater and the plunk of (Jhappys mandolin, we collapsed until stirred to action hy Roemer ' s hoot or 01sen s ' Hoe Deee. Haunted hy Danish liherty from dawn till dark. Leighton took to the royals and others played hide-and-seek with the braid in the sail locker. The routine was dis- turbed briefly by battening down for the hurri- cane, which found us in City Island with hearts in mouth and lifebelts in hand, and also hy running back for Captain Hansen ' s scottie, which had jumped ship in Oyster Bay. Oh lucky dog! Wi ' rry sti ini mid run aii ii fJOBOOy HERE BUT U5 BlLCe RflTJ SIR The forecastle favnrili ' spot for flahiii : out. M

Page 29 text:

U- ' Uto We who have ahsorhed our dose of ciilliire, served on tlie liall hrll. rahilc you. We lell llie acadtim with more than a knowledge ot basic eufiiiieeriu};. as well as a (■oni|)lele Irain- ing as offieer of the deck. You prohahly uiiuldn ' l believe it. but. thanks to our Lil-IIistory course, we also became voiced in Latin and Greek, with a literary knowledge of Plato ' s Republic, Aris- totle ' s Poetics and Walt Whitman. The aims of the course were indeed ambitious. As the first class to endure the course, we received both barrels. The course, during our Swab Year, consisted of a series of lectures delivered by Prof. Law- rence, Prof. Colby and Prof. Buron. There was much ado about the Grecian and Roman mas- ters and methods of Greek and Roman warfare. As armchair strategists we refought the battles at Thermopolae and Hannibal ' s Italian cam- paign. Later, we prayed for Charlemagne to come to Roland ' s rescue, toured the underground with Virgil and Dante, and finished the course with a whirlwind tour of American History. Prof. Colby. Prof. Biiroii. I J. Siln ' iilcrvr ii ho tlid their Ix-st to toss a littli ' ciillurv our ntiv. We have loriji suspecti-d the General Studies Department of personally suhsidiziuu the hook puhlishini: industry. 25