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

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mm Vl r, ' :...r U . ;;A-i ' iS ?.ti.L1i!. mmimmm M E D A W i MOIDIY I e 1 H feepily EVEILLE at o6ir on Monday morniner ur work-day week with the dis- cordant note of reveille bells blasting its mto our pleasant dreams. Sleepy charge of room for the week ' Ort, All turned out, sir! to the spector. Then, in the scant thirty minutes before breakfast formation, the same sleepy men shave, dress, and scan the headlines of a morning paper. In the mess hall, the plebes sing the good word for Monday morn- re

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A year, a week, a day — each day, each week, each year, so vastly different and yet so similar — When we meet and retell our tales of midshipmen days, the tales will be of particular days and particular events. But always we will carry memories of the typical days of the week with their repeating class and drill schedules. For that reason, in order to better preserve those memories, we have set down here the typical day by day story of the typical midshipman. Observing no rules — for there were no rules to observe — we have plucked a typical Monday, a typical Tuesday, in short, a typical work-a-day week to tell the story of life as a mid- shipman. At times we have recorded the transi- tion of particular events that are treasured memories of us all, but on the whole this record has been made a typical one. Our war-shortened course has necessitated the use of pictures taken during years other than First Class Year — the one we prefer to remember. It has necessitated, as well, the sub- stitution, in places, of pictures other than those in- tended, for the desired ones have been censored. Nevertheless, we have endeavored here to preserve for our memory and for posterity the story of a midshipman day by day. WE END THE WEEK AT CHAPEL. SATURDAY FALL OUT THE DIIfERS! .-X f.

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ing, Oh boy! Monday morning! another week in which to excel! A cup of hot Java serves to sweep away a few of the hghter cob- webs that chng to sleep-starved minds, and it ' s back to the room to make beds, dust, and sweep the deck before formation for first period class —at 0745. It seems only fitting that we start our story of the typical week with an account of a typical Monday morning. It is on Monday morning that we are rudely awakened to the fact that there ' s a job to be done; and that we must educate ourselves in order to become officers capable of fighting tlic Fleet when it comes our turn to do so. Nc -ertheless we re!|pji being sej arated from the chaiming drags o ie previous week-end by books o :hnical sub- jects. But once again we hear me clarion call of duty, and once again it takes nearl all of Monday to penetrate and inteirupt our day dreams of home and the O.A.O. And so we trudge our weary way to first period class, struggle to concentrate on the lesson with its complicated problems, and silentK wish we were back in our bunks. Leaving class vc march back to Bancroft Hall for study hour. There we find, just as we expected, that we ha c received no mail — not even the; old Poduiik Agitator, as all the home-town jicwspapers are sCalled. Another class, noon formation, a third :lass, and thenfe, drill of some sort — tlic) dra: jy slowly, leavftg us slightly dazed and a tri Confused, but happy that Monday is pas Try as we might, we haven ' t been able to con- centrate. Only one thought is capable of penetrating the fog that veils our minds — only five days until Saturday and another week-end.