-: THE BLUE BONNET :-
A weekly publication of the 8hip'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
Assistant Editor: R. C. Ball, Ch. Pay Clerk
Associate Editors: Stefan Sivak, Jr., SK2c
R. B. Thompson, Seale
Clrcul8tion: John Borl8, F2c
13 November 1937
Fairy Tale Of The Week
Once upon a time there was a marine
sergeant who was unduly possessed
with a suppressed desire. He had
an unsatiable curosity as to what was
behind closed doors.
After imbibing . too freely of various
and sundry brands of " giggle- water,"
he found that he must go to the arms
of Morpheus in order to regain his
equilibrium. Now, it happened that
the ~ aid sergeant ( tall, blond and
handsome (? » was also an addict of
somnambulism- sleep- walking to you.
In the wee small hours of the morning,
somnambulism took control with
the result that every family in one of
Long Beach's swellest apartment houses
was rudel~ awakened by the ringing
of their door bells. Upon investigation
and finding such a situation in
the hands of a marine, the irate tenants
decided that reenforcements were
required. Shortly, there appeared the
Nemisis of all erring somnambulists,
also dressed in blue and with brass
buttons riding in a siren- equipped limousine-
in short- the " BLACK MARIA"-
and our HERO was hospitably
invited to a ride.
MORAL: CRIME DOESN'T PAYl
( Ask " Baby Face" Nelson.)
" How's your new girl?"
" Not so good."
" You always were lucky."
The negro and the salty seaman were
engaged in the pastime of fisticuffs.
But the show was growing boring for
the negro, so he pulled out his razor
and made a pass at our friend the seaman.
" Humph," said the seaman. " You
never touched me."
" Maybe not, white boy," replied the
darkey, " but shake your head."
THE BLUE BONNET
Odd Facts Regarding
The Marine Corps
" Semper Fidelis," Sousa's march
which he dedicated to the U. S. Marines,
is the only tune except the National
Anthem which is officially recognized
by the United States Government.
At the beginning of the War of
1812, Captain Wilkinson, Royal Marines,
delivered up his sword to Lieutenant
Thomas R. Swift, U. S. Marines,
at Gosport ( Norfolk), Virginia. This
was the first surrendered sword of
the enemy in that war.
The last skirmishes fought by the
U. S. Marines in the Philippines were
as late as 13 February, 1924, at Socorro,
Bucas Grande, Province of
Leyte, P. I., and lasted to 10 March,
1924. Marines were sent to this island
at the request of Gov. General
Leonard Wood after Philippine constabulary
failed to subdue the fanatic
colorum tribe, a well organized
group of Bolo- men.
Private Henry P. Levert, 16th Company,
5th Marines, captured 78 privates
and four German officers at
Bois De Belleau, France, June 28,1918.
Alvin F. Taylor, 5th Marines, while
acting as a sniper in the Argonne was
treed by a German sniper. Neither
could move without exposing himself.
They carried on a sniping duel at 600
yards for three hours until the marine
got his man. A moment later Taylor
was knocked out of the tree by a shell
At the battle of Fort Fisher, 1865,
Admiral Robley D. ( Fighting Bob)
Evans, then a young naval officer, was
wounded. Private Henry Wasmuth J
U. SX ., incarrying the future Admiral
to a place of safety, was mortally
wounded. Fifty- three years later,
Wasmuth's name was honored by
naming a destroyer after him.
Finger prints are not new to the
Marine Corps. As early as 1907 a system
was inaugurated. All personnel
having prints taken, forwarded to
headquarters, classified and filed as a
permanent means of identification.
It has been established as a fact
that the famous expression " Come
on you . . . , do you want to live
forever," was yelled by a U. S. Marine
sergeant to his men upon starting an
Us lads 0' tha sea have been havin'
on tha bosom 0' tha ocean many days
0' late, and we're gettin' so used to a
rollin' deck under our sea legs that
our bodies are beginnin' to sway in
and out with tha tide.
Well Sal, I guess all folk are a
reachin' their graspin' hands forward
to clutch hard cash nowadays as much
as they allus have, but save for a
lucky few tha lot 0' them will be only
takin' clothes off their own backs when
they begin to lose tha little they have
in tha attempt for riches.
There was tha case 0' " Hard Luck"
McGill way back when I was still
chorin' on tha farm. He had tha derndest
notions 0' gettin' rich in a short
time. I remember one 0' his pet schemes
tolerably well. He built a tight
small mesh wire fence ' round 5 acres
0' his place and stocked it with all
tha rats he could catch. A lot 0' us
lads used to go down and just look at
tha rodents as they scampered within
tha pen. They sure was a pretty sight
tha way they used to play together
free from any harm.
But not for long did tha rats enjoy
their games. Old " Hard Luck" commenced
collectin' a passel 0' cats and
dumped tha lot amongst them. And
wb. at.... a..- battle. there was. Tha din was
heard far and near, but finally tha
rats that were left all hunted their
holes, and tha cats that had survived
took over tha pen.
" Hard Luck" said there was a lot
0' cash in a rat and cat farm as a
body could sell cat furs for a dime
apiece. It was his scheme to let tha
cats eat tha rats and so allow them
to multiply in numbers. He would
kill only tha prime cats, then throw
their carcasses back to tha rats who
would eat them and also multiply.
It was rats eat cats and cats eat rats
until cash would flow in to " Hard
Luck's" jeans like a roarin' flood.
( Continued on Paa- e 4.)