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

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» TiPi ' ' ' -. ' ' :v in ' iiiiriniiipii John Arthur Snackenberg Brooklyn, New York Johnny Snack Reha YES, friends, here is Johnny — he of the stern Hin- denburg cast. But Johnny isn ' t half as stern as he looks, for in his unguarded moments a peculiar little smile plays over his countenance. Snack is somewhat of a puzzle to us. Even to those who know him best, he sometimes appears enshrouded with that impenetrable veil of mystery peculiar to an integral sign. For this reason he practically defies description. His versatility is astonishing. Music, the horizon- tal bar, Thackery, and the sub squad have all claimed a share of his attention, so much so that it is for- tunate indeed that his studies have never bothered him. The simplest solution for the study problem here, according to Johnny, is not to study, and that he has remarkable success with this system no one can deny. Snack is quite averse to arguing, tiiis fact being one of the traits which is bound to make him well liked no matter where he goes. Give him a big cigar, a good book, and a comfortable chair from which he can readily cock his feet up on a radiator, and you will be treated to the unusual spectacle of perfect content- ment. All who know Johnny are quite agreed that his genial disposition will carry him a long ways. Buzzard. Grover B. H. Hall Kalamazoo, Michigan Alphy Dynamite POSSESSED with an eternal desire to catch one, and an insatiable thirst for livid literature, old G. B. H. proved that both these characteristics went to make him a good kid to bum around with. He ' s always been a kid from the time he donned his first white works and had his picture taken astride of a torpedo in front of the Armory until the time when he stroked his little eagle and said, Yea, Omar ' s birds flew away, but I got mine yet — Say, How ' s to write my Lucky Bag write-up, they turned down the one I made up. Hall really is a pretty consistent worker but is subject to streaks of non-regness during which his locker looks like the well-known wreck of the Hesperus. His bed is his throne. He tells some wild tales about his two leaves and has a never ceasing repertoire of jokes which is the result of a cruise on the Maine at Yorktown. He has Omar Kime as a one-time roommate, and a bumming around relationship with the gone, but not forgotten pair, John Dwyer and Wolfinger. His best one was the one he pulled at drill, From empty magazines with blank cartridges — Load! Buzzard. • HUM, iiii.u ii;i: ;;im:ii, ,

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Walter Dewey David Toledo, Ohio Dave Walt Wooden ON one bright sunny day in June, when the wind was blowing hard, there appeared among us this rosy-cheeked lad from Ohio. With his black hair, brown eyes, and those cheeks, he should have done his bit toward raising the annual hop average. But Dave experienced hard luck, for he took to the thrills of dragging blind. When somebody was bringing down, A very wonderful girl, and needed someone to drag her, he always took a chance. Then Sunday morning, the Plebe balcony critics usually handed in a verdict of anything from a swabo to negative infinity. Dave is not particularly savvy but he always wins his bouts with the All-Academics and is willing to help anyone who sends him a distress signal. All in all he is a man of strong characteristics, original ideas, boundless energy and real ability. Some day I am going to drag a forty and pull sat. Battalion Staff C. P. 0. Harold Lethcher Meadow Elberton, Georgia Reverend WHEN Reverend forsook the cradle to become a midshipman there was no doubt in anyone ' s mind why he was called Reverend. But four years in this man ' s Navy will play havoc with the most perfect of us, and now the coy young things at the hops are wont to inquire, Why do you call him Reverend? I don ' t catch the significance. His favorite indoor sports are rhinoing and knocking off smoking. In the former he indulges all the time, in the latter, at regular intervals through- out the year, of about three weeks each. But we pre- dict that his reason for being so agile at fourscore and ten will be, nature ' s tonic imbibed from the lips of the veiled lady. Next in importance are his reminiscences of the dinner table that he left behind, and we feel con- fident that if he had donated the time to Academic endeavor that he has towards planning his menus for Sep leave, he would be up amongst the first digits. But he can ' t be condemned for that, for the samples received have warranted his contempt of oatmeal for supper. In spite of his years, our faithful prodigy is en- dowed with a most level-headed and matter-of-fact outlook on life. Buzzard; Sub Squad {4, 1). 64 ilCfMit.A.tjnJUvt t.0iJ ;n ,«n;,l ' ' ' ,:, .f-T- S ' X ' - ! ' 1 ' ' ' .- .-- ■-ir: ' S ;v3f 5= ra=;s : tal 1! tur liin lei he m oft no 1% real ttei nieii -fimiii.iiiiiiiiiiffliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiJiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiliifci i '

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Fred Morris, Jr. Marietta, Georgia Freddie Fritz Frederick JUST why Fred left his happy home in the sunny southland and chose a career in the Navy, no- body knows. Youngster year showed how savvy he really was, for he not only stood in the half destined to graduate in three years, but well up in it — due, no doubt, to the little omnimeter which he always had with him. Serious and moody, he likes to think of himself as a hard 2nd P.O., but don ' t judge too quickly by appearances, he couldn ' t be hard. And, too, Fred is a curious mixture of Red Mike and snake. There were times when one would think him a confirmed Red Mike, but when the spirit moved him, it was a case of beware, you ladies! We ' ve often wondered why he bought his roommate ' s miniature instead of waiting the two weeks neces- sary to order one. Fred goes into the Fleet taking many friends with him, leaving many behind. Wherever he goes, he will take those qualities that spell success, and we know he will find it in the Fleet even as he found it here. Buzzard; Lucky Bag Staff; Mayidolin Club ( ); Track Squad ( ). James Coffee Harris Rome, Georgia Jimviie ATYPICAL southerner from the red hills of Georgia, Jimmie began his career as a war baby late in July ' 17. His Plebe summer passed uneventfully even for a war baby, which, however, isn ' t so surprising after all when one considers his profound respect for the reg book. Although to all appearances he was a Red Mike durmg Plebe year, there must have been somewhere a little spark of love-for-the-ladies still smoul- dering, for you should have seen him step out when he returned with his little one diag after Youngster Sep leave. Every Saturday found him in Luce Hall going through the kind of Swedish taught by Prof Bell. When asked why he did not attend the Christmas hops Youngster year, he sadly replied, Oh, I got Jupp-ed. Jimmie ' s Academic ability was never to be ques- tioned, and there was no doubt as to which side of the line he was on. His enthusiasm and pep should make him a welcome addition to any party. Buzzard; Mandolin Club ( ). 66 i.iiiiiiijiihiiii.iiiiiiiiiiiiiJiiiiyiiiUiiiiiisiiiiiiJi ffi!: . .- iLiliiililiiffiiiilllllilililliiliiiiiliiiiyiiliiiliiliiy