Volume 3, Number 9
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At Sea, Hawaiian Area 1 August, 1940.
TWO FOR ONE NEW EXEC.
We'd like to say hello and a word
of welcome to each new hand by
name, but there have been so many
lately that space won't permit it.
Collectively, however, we're glad to
have you for shipmates, and hope
you'll have a good cruise in the Houston.
The same in regard to space applies
to those who have lately shoved
off; good luck and happy landings in
your new assignments.
Now it need not be assumed that
the young bride worships her husband
simply because she places burnt
offerings before him three times a
day. - Exchange.
Welcome also to Ensign Hamlin,
new Fourth Division junior officer to
Ens. Harveson, CWO on ComCruScoFor's
Staff - and to the newly
graduated and commissioned Ensigns
Mallory, Hamill, Nelson, Nethken,
Sellers, and Smith. Glad to have you
aboard, likewise, to Lt. ( jg) Kirkpatrick,
A belated welcome is extended to
our new executive officer, Commander
H. L. Grosskopf, and best wishes •
for a happy and successful cruise.
Commander Grosskopf comes to
t1le Rambler ship from duty as Ordnance
Inspector with the Board of
Inspection and Survey. The Commander
is no stranger, however, having
served in the Houston as First Lieutenant,
1931- 2, when she was last on
the Asiatic Station.
From all reports, the Commander
plays a wicked game of golf; and
perhaps we may be able to count on
him to steer us to a few of the brighter
spots along the Whangpoo.
THE VALUE OF A SMILE
It's the sleep
( Exchange.) I never got.
It costs nothing but creates much.
It enriches those who receive without
impoverishing those who give. It happens
in a flash and the memory of it
sometimes lasts forever.
None are so rich that they can get
along without it and none so poor
but are richer for its benefits. It
creates happiness in the home and
fosters good will in business. Yet it
cannot be bought, begged, borrowed,
or stolen. It is something that is no
earthly good to anybody until it is
If at some time you meet some one
who fails to give you a smile, may I
ask that you give one of your own?
For none need a smile so much as
those who have none left to give.
Minneapolis 1 orth Star.
The Blue Bonnet's Short Story Complete in this Issue.
by E. C. Simmons
It was the beginning of one of those sunny California days you read about in
travel folders. The snowy white clouds were scattered across a pale blue sky.
Cool morning breezes from the oc- an accompanied a little tang which would
soon disappear with the sun's advance across the sky. Even the Pacific was
calm, in harmony with the surroundings.
The Long Beach Navy Landing was decorated in readiness for the day's
occurrence. Flags fluttered in the breeze; red, white, and blue bunting covered
the structure of the landing and gave
color and foundation to Old Glory,
high on the flag staff.
People had begun to crowd the
landing early, coming singly, in pairs,
and in groups. Soon the landing was
jammed with mothers, brothers, sisters,
sweethearts, and wives, awaiting
the return of the U. S. Fleet from
June Whiteman, a native of California
and very much at home in
Long Beach, sat in Tracy's Cafe sipping
a cup of coffee. She was 18
years old, a very beautiful brunette,
and smartly dressed, so that many a
second glance was turned her way.
The expression on her face showed
her thoughts to be many miles at
sea. She, too, had good reason for awaiting
the arrival of the Fleet.
Deep in thought, she was startled
when a voice next to her said, " Will
you pass me the sugar, please?"
" Yes, of course," replied June,
pushing along the sugar bowl. She
turned toward the owner of the voice
that had interrupted her contemplations,
and saw a beautiful auburnhaired
girl with big brown eyes, and
a complexion the like of which you
read about in magazines.
" Are you waiting for the ships to
arrive too ?", asked the red- readed
girl. " Pardon me if I talk too much
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