THE BLUE BONNET
THE BLUE BONNET :—
A weekly publication of the ship's company
of the U.S.S. Houston, Captain G. N. Barker,
U.S.N.. Commanding and Commander C. A.
Bailey, U.S.N., Executive Officer.
Editor. Lieut, (jg) E. A. McDonald, U.S.N.
Assistant Editor: Ensign J.P.M. Johnston
Associate Editor: Stefan Sivak, Jr., SK2c
Associate Editor: W.J. Bannen, Seaman lc
Cartoonist: W.C. Ridge
Circulation: John Boris, Y3c
Printer R. L. Beckwith, Sealc
April 3, 1938
Don't Waste Water ! ! !
It's the same story again - with the
same theme, but with a different setting. Don't waste water ! Don't use
more than is absolutely necessary !
We're in tropical waters now where
the temperature is high and the atmosphere is damp. Nothing is as refreshing as a cool shower. With skin
wastes and the surface blood cooled
by a shower bath, one feels a lot better. It is human nature to remain under a shower longer than is absolutely
essential. Yet anyone aboard can be
just as permanently refreshed with a
short shower as with a long one.
To those who prepare food go a warning. Use only enough water to accomplish your purpose. Any amount over
this is waste.
Cooperate, with the engineering department by saving water. The evaporators can only make so much water.
At present the average daily consumption is 21,000 gallons, an amount e-
qual to that of a battleship's, and
being twice as great as our normal
expenditure while we were anchoredat
Long Beach, Californa. In Pearl Harbor it may be necessary to clamp down
our decks with fresh water. All hands
must be doubly careful.
Conserve the water. Otherwise the
use of fresh water will be restricted.
It's no fun for anybody when water
has to be rationed out.
"Lighthouse no glood for flog,"
say Chinaman. "Lighthouse he
shine, whistle he blow, bell he ling,
and flog he come just the same.
Destroyer 214 (TALBOT,.) knifed
through the seas and sidled up to the
Houston for fueling just the other
day. They then received fuel, bread,
ice cream, and copies of the Blue Bonnet from our ship. In exchange the
Talbot tossed over a sheaf of Honolulu newspapers, week old papers, yet
welcome because they put us a bit
closer to the civilization on land.
There wasn't anything unusual in
this. There was something familiar a-
bout one of the faces aboard the des-
troer though. Lt. Comdr. Vanzant, attached to the Houston last year as
assistant first Lieutenant and well re-<
membered by all old hands, waved a
cheery "hello" from the destroyer's
bridge. He is commanding officer of
The recent rough weather had left its
mark on the destroyer. Many onlookers aboard the Houston were secretly glad then that they hadn't had to
weather the storm on the destroyer.
Yes, I heard what you said. It was
tough aboard our ship during that
heavy weather, but if you think it
was any bed of roses on that destroyer you better go right up to the sick
bay to have your head examined.
The following appropriate poem seems
to show vividly a bit of what life i»
aboard a destroyer.
The Destroyer Men
There's a roll and pitch and a heave and a hitch
To the nautical gait they take,
For they're used to the cant of the decks aslant
As the white-toothed combers break
On the plates that thrum like a beaten drum
To the thrill of the turbines'might,
As the knife-bow leaps through the yeasty deeps
With the speed of a shell in flight !
Oh ! Their scorn is quick for the crews who stick
To a battleship's steady floor,
For they love the lurch of their own frail perch
At thirty-five knots or more.
They don't get much of the drills and such
That the battleship jackies do,
But they sail the seas in their dungarees,
A grimy destroyer's crew.
They needn't climb at their sleeping time
To a hammock that sways and bumps,
They leap - kerplunk - in a cosy bunk
That quivers and bucks and jumps.
They hear the sounds of the seas that pound
On the half-inch plates of steel
And close their eyes to the lullabies
Of the creaking frame and keel.
They're a lusty crowd and they're vastly proud
Of the slim, swift ci-aft the drive,
Of the roaring flues and the humming screws
Which make her a thing alive.
They love the lunge of her surging plunge
And the murk of her smoke-screen, too,
As they sail the seas in their dungarees,
A grimy destroyer's crew.
Did You Know ?
"Anyone would think I was drunk,"
said Westerfield as he reeled away.
In Hawaii Octupus is considered a
The Thurston lava tube on the island
of Hawaii is the largest in the world.
There are 3095 miles of roads on the
Hawaii produces 10,000,000 pounds of
coffee each year.
A Tall Story
Marine: "Yes, when I was in Africa
a lion ran across my path. I had no
gun in my hand so I took a pail of
water and poured it over his head
and he ran away."
Sailor: "I can vouch for that. I was in
Africa at the time and as the lion
ran past me I stroked his mane and
it was still quite damp."