United States Naval Academy - Lucky Bag Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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When we came back we went on leave and most of us reported feeling very big, and then got horribly homesick. But we stuck it bravely out, wearing our caps on the backs of our heads, and making lots of noise, but of course in the seclusion of Old Quarters. We were “youngsters” and felt sure that all the world was glad of it. Some of us took a good while to find out that this was not so, but most of us sobered down quickly enough when we struck “Skinny.” Then without many adventures we reached the annual “exams,” stopping on the way long enough to scoop in the base-ball championship and almost all of the points in the field events. We did our share in the track events too, but for swimming, running, throwing or punting, kicking goals from field, running bases, hammer throwing or shot putting, we have a quartette of all around men who are hard to beat. After this, through our second June Ball we wandered into second class summer. For two long tiresome years we had looked forward to it. and when at last it came, it was over almost before we had realized how good it was. We gave dances and launch parties, went to target practice and ate very green apples, took long sails and loafed a great deal. We had such a good time either doing nothing or working hard as one chose, that before we really knew it, we were on leave and had met in Washington to celebrate our coming of age by a class supper. Lots of enthusiasm and fun, but the time the roof fairly came down, was when we got up and sang the CLASS SONG. (As sung at '95 5 class supper. Air “ Jingle Hells.”) 1. Dashing through the spray. Sailing o'er the sea, In our glorious Navy Midshipmen are we. Ours the good old class. The class of Ninety-Five. She’s the pride of the U. S. N. And long may she survive. 20

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Hi-s otv of Ninety-Five. CLASS of Ninety-five feels called upon to relate its his- tory, or rather as much of it as is deemed of sufficient in- terest to immortalize. We were once “ plebes.” callous and gauky ; you could see that we were “plebes” by looking at us; our clothes didn’t fit: we were either slouchy or tremendously stiff, according as we were in the setting-up squad, or were afraid of get- ting into it. We looked neither to the right nor to the left, and didn’t dare to call our souls—much less our shoe-strings, lamp-chimneys and brooms—our own. Even our trousers and overcoats, being new, served to fit out the spooney upper-classmen when out for blood. But these days passed, and after taking the inter-class base-ball championship, we underwent a cruise. For a few of us it was the second, but most of us for the first time felt the good ship “ Constel- lation’s” ponderous capstan bars and sighed for a donkey engine. Then, of course, there were moments when we paused in our grumb- ling but those were chiefly when we were not seasick, or were rescuing people who would heave the lead too violently, or were under the tyrannical sway of the stickknife. '9

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Chorus. Strike eight bells! Call the watch ! Relieve the wheel and chain ! Won’t we have a jolly time When we get home again ? Strike eight bells ! Call the watch ! Send seamen to the wheel 1 Don't you really understand How happy we shall feel ? II. When it comes to sand. We’re in it every time ; Our gamey little band. Although but forty-nine. On getting a “ two-five ” We have a daisy “ cinch,” And you may bet that ’95 Is right there at a pinch ! Chorus. III. In our big mess hall Banners you will see. At inter-class base-ball Twice champions were we ; Then, holding in the line. The men of Ninety-Five Have done their full share every time The Army back to drive. Chorus to III. So here's to our own class, Best of all to “ we ; ” We’ll never let time pass But praise her up in G. Ours the good old class. The class of Ninety-Five, She’s the pride of the U. S. N . And long may she survive ! 21