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

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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

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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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After the send off we scattered to the four winds and came back to enjoy simple harmonic motions. Cranks were also our pastime, and for lighter recreation, calculus. So here we are in the middle of the year, and so much behind us that we forget how much is still to come. But we have changed in the two years ; we are not particular about looking to the front when we pass upper-classmen, for arc we not of the elect? Above the first floor, we yield the balusters to no one, there is a gay abandon in our manner, and we swagger some- times. We can go to dances, and most of us do. In fact there are only four left who have never been convicted of talking to “ femmes.” Then we have learned lots of things ; have looked upon the water when it was rough, (and felt it too); knots, splices, rings, bolts, nuts, patches, chipping, signals, boats, steam-launches—all these mysteries are explained and the Department of “plebe” Math, is behind us. Many of us have fallen by the wayside and been trodden down, and the rest of us are inclined to believe that we have fallen among thorns. In the beginning we were eighty-five and Dejarnette; then we grew a “ little one for a cent,” but now we are down to forty-seven and Taka-saki. But we know all about those forty-eight ; we know where to go for a postage-stamp or dances, and where to go to have “ probs ” done; we know further that forty-seven men are ready to help us if they can, and this is the best of all. Some of us, I regret to say, have fallen so low as to wear “ buz- zards,” but, poor things, it is not entirely their fault, and some of them seem to be doing their best to redeem themselves. The next thing on the programme is the “ Semi-ann.,” and after that begins, if it has not already begun—the great and exciting rush for stripes. About sixteen poor fellows will be chosen, and about ten others will be heart-broken, but their sorrows and “buzzards” will all be for- gotten in the haven of First Class Year. With the hope that our career may go on as gloriously as it has begun, we make our bow and turn you over to the tender mercies of Matii., Skinny, Steam.