-: THE BLUE BONNET :-
A weekly publication, published by the ship's
company of the U. S. S. HOUSTON, Captain
G. E. Baber, U. S. N., Commanding and Commander
P. K. Robottom, U. S. N., Executive
EDITOR, Ensign C. J. Mackenzie
Asst. Editor: R. C. Ball, Ch. Pay Clerk
Associate Editor: A. D. Hall, MMlc
Distribution: Robert B. Thompson, Seale
5 June 1937
IT'S A GREAT FLEET!
By- A Rambler Ship's Seaman
The other day while standing on
the boat deck watching our fleet go
through an intricate maneuver, a
shipmate walked up beside me and
with a warm something in his voice
said, " It's a great fleet, isn't it? We
sure could give an enemy with funny
notions a run for their money, couldn't
we?" My answer was, " Yes, we
sure as hell could!"
It's funny how that shipmate's remark
hit me, for suddenly I saw that
being in the Navy- Our Navy- really
meant something to me ... Something
besides scrubbing paint- work, washing
decks and shining bright- workit
meant that I am a part of this
might'y fleet, this smooth- working
organization joined and fashioned for
the purpose of protecting our great
country; it meant that I am an important
part of this powerful armada
of men and steel that is ready at the
drop of a hat to fight for our people.
Always before I've thought of my
part in the Service as being just
another job that I could walk out on
at the end of four years, but it is
more than that to me now; I can't explain
exactly what it is; I can't describe
it, but I can feel it!
I wonder if any of you have watched
Our Fleet sweeping across the
ocean's broad floor in majestic forma:
tions and have had a strange sort of
choked up feeling in your throat- a
feeling that made you clinch your
fists and murmur to yourself, " Let
' em come, if and when ... we'll take
' em all!" Yes, it's truly a Great Fleet,
and I'm mighty proud to be in it!
Editor's Note: The above expression
of a youngster's new mental attitude
toward the Navy is typical of what
most of us have felt during some part
THE BLDE BONNET
Dragged out Doc Miles liver pill
astronomical almanac which you sent
in tha early days 0' tha year and
started a countin' tha time till I'd' be
be a holdin' your sweet little hand
again. When these moonin' spells lay
a hold 0' me I'm fit for nary a thing
but a eastin' my soul back to tha
farmstead where you're still a chorin'
for ya Pa.
Tha other day I was a sittin' just
a lookin' at your picture when some
soul 0' tha devil traipsed up behind me
and commenced a pokin' fun at my
moonin' ways. Nothin' gets my dander
up quicker than to be touched where
my heart is concerned, unless maybe
it's my stomach. So I gave that evil
one tha fanciest cussin' down and tha
worst layin' inta this world has ever
heard. Old Zeb Meeker shoulda been
by. His blue flame frothin's when he's
a drivin' his span 0' mules woulda
flickered and went out if my blasts
woulda been turned his way. Guess
nobody aboard tha ship will trifle with
my sensibilities again.
Sal, first I'll run that shrimp Felix
Jackson outa tha township where he'll
not be a troublin' us with his orniferous
sparkin' and then we'll make for
that barrel stave hammock in your
back yard. Maybe it'd be better to
make Felix do all your chorin' though.
I'll threaten him with Pa's best adz
so he'll be too scared to do nothin'
but shake and carry out orders.
I'll get tha mail order book down
and we'll pick out tha best dress in tha
whole catalogue. Them high toned
Skimmerhorn girls'll be a buggin
their eyes out so far a body'll be able
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of our naval service. The Editor has
taken the liberty of changing a word
here and there, but the sentiment expressed
remains the same as originally
NATIONAL CONVENTION OF
THE AMERICAN LEGION
The Nineteenth Annual National
Convention of The American Legion
will be held at New York City, on 20,
21, 22 and 23 September 1937, immediately
following which there will be
a pilgrimage to France.
It is directed that this event be
given publicity in order that officers
and men desiring to attend may request
TO A REAL FRIEND
He's always there when you want him,
He'll always " lend a hand,"
He's the sort of a fellow you
" count on," .
And you know " he'll understand."
He's the first one to know your
He's strict, but tried and true,
And he always has a " square deal,"
For Gobs like me and you.
But we've come to the time of parting,
And we hate to see him leave,
There's many a Gob on this ship,
Who'll have plenty of reason to
He's going to better duty,
He'll climb in rank, we know,
Still, from the place he has held so
We'll regret to see him go.
The guy I'm trying to tell about
In this poem of mine, by heck,
Is none but the friend of all of us,
The man who is called " Our Exec I"~
When worn by a gob
On the back of his nob,
It means that he thinks he is dapper.
While down on one eye
Means the tar is a guy
Who likes to believe he's a scrapper.
On the back of his dome
It means " Nobody home,"
And the wearer's a boot or a rookie.
But when worn square and straight
It means brains in the pate,
Be the wearer a vet or a rookie.