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

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»ar I reiiK ' mber the first time I ever saw the Naval Academy. I was on a bus coming from Baltimore, and the warm morning air made Jtne drowsv. I was idniost asleep when the sailor across the aisle hurst out with, Hey, there it is! I ruhhed the sleep from my eyes antl looked out of the hus window. There it was . . . the United States rS a al Academy. The morning sun glisleiu-d on a golden spire and reflected from the in- «lows an [ 1 ihouglit . , . So that ' s it. That ' s the Naval Acailemy. Well, it looks nil rif ht to nie ... I think VU like it here. ' ' • ► ' fc.

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Crossed the Yard I remember we all talked a lot. I talked because I was seared stiff. The eloser I j;ot to that final moment, the more terrifying became the thought of surrendering myself lock, stock, and barrel to a new way of life. The bronze Indian statue in front of Bancroft looked grim and I wondered how throwing pennies could ever bring luck from that frowning personage. Inside Bancroft the fellow at the information desk (we thought his white uniform looked like a pair of pajamas) said, Just sign in here, then follow the signs. The llerii«loii Monunienl. Well, we got off of the bus and, just to prove we were men used to finding their way around, walked to the Academy grounds. It saved taxi fare, be- sides. At the gate the jimmylegs pointed out Bancroft Hall and we started slowly across the green mat of the Yard. Tecuniseh, penny target. Am ' aii«l . pajamas. Page 11