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

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Hl Ted JLane GaiBnaBvay It is said that good things come in small packages and that is certainly true of Ted. A little guy (almost had to stand on tiptoe to make the required 5 4 ), he packs a big load of fun and friendliness. A class gathering at the club will nearly always find him in the quorum. He is a true disciple of Bacchus and strongly believes that the sailing team should have several hours of intense training before every meet. Although he has done well for himself, he would be one of the last to rate the name cutter . Any hour of the day or night finds him ready for a discussion of the finer things of life or a hot hand of bridge. T. Lane has a good head on his shoulders and a way of getting along with people where it counts. SILVER SPRING, MD. Bullis School Sailing, Squad Leader 2, Platoon Petty Officer M 26

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Jahwu MiaBvtBrd Faumier Here is a guy who would rather diddle with mechanisms than date Betty Grable. With more inventions to his credit than Eli Whitney (witness his eight tumbler burgle-proof cash box) this Red Mike amazes everybody with his apparent disinterest for the fair sex. Recognized as something of a loan shark, it is rumored that he has more money than the Treasury Department. Happy Jack has given generously of his time to the Dance Committee, and every formal is a fine product of his efforts. In the world of sports he ventured away from the radiator long enough to pound the leather for one season and trot with the Hill and Vale boys for a couple more. Jack is a confessed career man; we all wonder how long he will be a confessed bachelor. I POLAND, OHIO Poland High School Cross Country, Boxing, Drill Platoon, Dance Committee, Chairman. Tide Rips, Battalion Petty Officer kv 25

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SPRINGFIELD, MASS. Technical High School Sailing, Drill Platoon, Mess Comm., Guidon Bearer .. Bob, the fellow with the friendly, almost angelic smile and easy- going air of nonchalance will long be remembered as the or- ganizer of class gatherings at the poor man ' s Latin quarter. Academics were a breeze for Bob, though he did sweat out a few finals. Many were the study hours he spent closeted in his locker with his portable listening to the dulcet tones of one Evelyn Knight. On more than one occasion the old adage, You can ' t beat the system , was challenged by Springfield ' s finest. An ardent baseball fan he became antisocial when Boston suf- fered a defeat and a losing streak was catastrophic. Bob, an all around athlete, confined his efforts to P.E. classes where his lay- up shot proved a decided asset to any team. Thus equipped with the ability to keep himself happy and with an interest in other people, this blithe spirit ventures out into the cruel world on the voyage of his career. Rahert Brauyn Grawut