Greetings and Goodbye Friends and
Shipmates! That's quite a lot for
Adam Chatterbox to say in one breath
- the goodbye part isn't at all easy to
say either. Last Christmas when Obie
O'Brien, our good friend and the late
M. C. of this program went the way
of all sea- faring men and departed
for other duty, he asked me to take
over the helm. It was with some misgivings
that your faithful announcer
allowed the Irishman to blarney him
into taking on the rather dubious position
of Nosey News editor. Believe
it or not, but it has never been regretted.
Since that time much water has
gone under the Rambler Ship's bow
and happy Houstonites have had
many a hilarious time. In broadcasting
the highlights of the past seven
months happenings and making personality
comments with abandon,
Adam sincerely hopes no feelings
have been deeply hurt; that friends
have been amused and that enemies
( if any) have not been unduly irritated.
He has enjoyed trying in a
humble way to make the Houston even
a happier ship than she has always
been, to bring the entire ship's company
closer together, and contribute
a few laughs now and then.
Right here and now Adam wishes
to thank each and everyone who has
in any way helped to make the everpopular
Nosey News highly successful.
That includes all those persons
who have made an appearance, sometimes
to their embarrassment. You're
fine shipmates, gang- they just don't
come any better- and the friendly
feeling between all the men of the
several Divisions is something worth
being proud of. It's t~ factor that
makes really " good ships" and you
can't find too many of them.
THE BLUE BONNET
Harried Husband: Clipped from one
of the better known news sheets is
one that's too good to keep. If you
didn't see it, have a chuckle... ( Headline)
FLEET'S IN; MAN WANTS
WIFE JAILED- One Portland husband
apparently was duly impressed
by the arrival of five navy vessels in
port Wednesday. The individual rushed
to police headquarters and breathlessly
asked police for assistance.
" The sailors are in town," the man
explained, " and my wife likes them.
I wonder if you would lock her up
until after they have gone."
Police informed the agitated hubb~
that they were unable to fulfill the
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Little Brotheritis: GSK Gene Finney,
swains a booful Hollywood Miss.
( Tis reported that wedding bells are
ready to ring.) She is the proud big
sister of a bright- too bright- ten
year oldster who is the exact counterpart
of Peck's Bad Boy. One of his
favorite pastimes is to leave his
trundle bed long before midnight armed
with a flashlight, ( when lights are
low, if not out) and with stealthy
tread haunt the love birds. Finny finds
this most upsetting, but doesn't know
what to do about it. ADAM ADVISES:
Buy him a shotgun, Finney,
and show him how to shoot himself.
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Adam Exits: It's been lots of fun
and I hope you've enjoyed a part of
my time on the air- and in your hair.
So long, and best of luck Shipmates.
I give you " Scoops" Sivak. Take it
lads! May your snooping be good.
ADAM CHATTERBOX is dead- long
live Nosey News!
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Realize now what a good snoop artist
Adam really was after trying all
week to get the latest in news happenings
which occur to those who have
been making this column. The Houston's
crew is rapidly changing, which
makes it rather difficult to keep up
with the news happenings which can
make this column interesting if only
someone would contribute them. As it
is, going to press this week, I find
that Adam left this column a bit too
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Realizing that we must start somehow,
we'll start in by giving that man
from Arkansas, Byron McElhanon the
honors of being first by letting you
A Mystery Of The Sea
Still unsolved to this day is the
mystery of the " Commodore." On the
night of 6 April 1901 a vessel appeared
off Tebo's yacht basin in South
Brooklyn, New York, drifting in on
the flood tide. Workmen hailed her
and upon receiving no answer they
boarded her and found not a soul aboard.
Every nook and corner was
searched but no trace of life was to
be found, and further, no trace could
be found of anyone ever having been
aboard her. It was unbelievable but
there she was, as real as any ship
that ever sailed the high seas. Subsequent
investigations revealed nothing
more than that the vessel was
not registered in any port in the
Editor's note: Individual solution
of this mystery should be interesting.
Where do you think the " Commodore"
all know that he claims that he is a
much better baseball player than any
of the regulars on the ship's team.
Doe n't care to lower his league
standing by playing with scrubs as he
calls our team.
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Another growler is the " s" Division,
Bill Yates. Doesn't like the way
the fire watches are being maintained
in his division by the other sections.
States that he wouldn't be able to do
any work in the Pay Office next day
after using their watch system. Stood
his first watch last night using his
system. Slept all day today.
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With Charlie Campbell, alias YapYap,
leaving us soon, this column will
only have to worry about the other
two Campbell who drop in this column
occasionally. Sure will mi s that
clear, deep rich voice of his over the
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The lighting effect is very unusual
in the mess- attendants compartment.
Wonder why they have red bulbs
glowing instead of the regular i sue.
Have you ever tried to get past the
Oil King's shack to get to the washrooms?
Reminds me of the subways
back in New York. More arguments
are settled in that vicinity than anywhere
else on board.