THE BLUE BONNET :-
A weekly publication of the ship's company
of the U. S. S. Houston, Captain G. N. Barker,
U. S. N., Commandinl' 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., SlUe
R. B. Thompson, Seale
Circulation: John Boris, F2e
23 October 1937
VALLEJO vs LONG BEACH
Having been a " Houston" sailor for
the past year and not being qualified
to be classified as a " Golden Grainer"
I feel, as do several others of my
standing, that some one should dispute
the editorial published in last
week's Blue Bonnet. To be more explicit,
I refer to the column that published
( from " Little Ocko Says") that
paragraph pertaining to the return of
the Houston to Long Beach and the
glad feelings that were supposedly enshrouding
the majority of the Houstonites.
From past readings of that column,
it has always been my own and my
hipmates' opinion, that the column
was a " Snooper's Digest" of Nosey
News but after reading this first paragraph
of last week's issue and thoroughly
canvassing the ship I find that
" Little Ocko" is somewhat off in his
calculations, regarding the " Joy" we
were supposed to openly reek with
ere we returned to Long Beach.
So to " Little Ocko" this effort is
earnestly dedicated and I trust that
somehow or other it may find its way
into this coming week's Blue Bonnet
for the subject is an item that bas
certainly been a laugh to many of us.
There are PLE TY of us who would
like very much to return to Vallejo,
and thi is sincere.
Considering the most of us who
have seen this letter before it was
printed, there are not one of us who
has ever been treated any nicer, anyplace
than we were in Vallejo and not
to go to the extreme or ridiculous we
would much rather be in Vallejo than
Long Beach . . . with or without the
Co- ed: " We must be getting homewe
girls are out after hours."
Sailor: " We're out after ours too."
THE BLUE BONNET
Now that our ship 0' steel is swinging
' round a buoy in another part 0'
tha briny Pacific stead 0' snugglin' to
a warf at tha avy Yard us Navies
are beginnin' to get used to tha change
of clamberin' into a ship's boat when
liberty call sounds. This idea of not
gettin' set in one place is better'n Pa's
scheme of changin' tha chorin' around
so's to shift it among us boys. In this
way, Pa allus said, we wouldn't be runnin'
into a rut in our early days and
later be allus content with a miserable
lot in life.
But : l body can carry changin' around
a mite too far sometimes. You
gotta use your noggin' in some situations.
Just tha other day one 0' tha
lads who hasn't been in Uncle Sam's
avy for long came traipsin' to me
with his face a hangin' down and a
catch in his voice. Said he, " I cannot
see tha reason I have to wait for these
rates. Why can't I take Uncle Sam's
examinations now and go right up to
chief? There's nothing against me
from fillin' such shoes in short order."
. So I took a look at tha lad, and told
hIm to draw up to me and listin to
some words 0' wisdom. Said I, " When
I was a lad back on tha farm still a
goin' barefoot and wearin' kne~ pants
it use to be my custom to go out be~
hind tha old barn ..." " What's that
got to do with it?" said he, cuttin' me
short. " Just a second," I continued
" tha barn hid me from tha pryin' eye~
of Pa and Ma. And when I sneaked off
on such occasions, it was because I
allus hankered to be draggin' at a cigarette
or some smokin' material just
like Pa and tha rest of tha men did.
Then I would get out some newspaper,
roll up some corn tassel in it, and puff
a":, ay as carefree as any of them. I
tned coffee, dried leaves, grape vines
and about everything else for variety
until I began to feel I was sort of gettin'
tha hang of it."
( Continued on Pal'e 4.)
Editors note-- Lieutenant Dahl who
contributed so regularly to the Blue
Bonnet while he was attached to this
vessel as Senior Aviator is still writing
poems whenever the muse strikes
him. Oscar Opus, poems coached in
Swedish dialect, was the high spot of
the paper. Below is a recent one which
appeared in the Bureau of Aeronautics
Tvinkle unidentified star
How Ay vunder whu yu are
Sittin up dar in da sky
High above my PeeBeeVy;
Now Ay see yu, now Ay can't,
Pleas sit still in my octant;
By Heck, Ay gat yu at last
Peekin tru high overcast.
Tvinkle, Tvinkle, Beetleyoos
Or perhaps yure Arcturoos,
Ay ban get yure altitoot
And, Ay tink, yure azimoot
B~ t Ay aint skol do so gUd~
V~ tout halp from Mister Rude.
LIttle Altair, Hou yu du!
Ay find out dat it ban yu!
Ay ban hoping pretty sune
Tu gat fix vit yu and Moon
But it aint so gude, By Ye~,
For Ay use rong G. C. T.
And vhile vorking out da sight
Ay keep flying tru da night
Up and down and tu and fro
Somevhere vest of Mexico.
Down skol come and bring some light
And by den Ay vork da sight
It ban kinda late, Ay spose,
Tu gat fix right on da nose
But Ay run it, By Heck,
Cross it vit Teventepec
And Ay getting fix, By Yee
Dad ban gude enuf for me. '
MONDAY MORNING LAMENT
Here I lie on my bed,
My mouth is dry-- ooh, my head!
~! muscles ache, my feet are sore,
TIS, morning after the night before.
Can t taste my food, I have no pep
Spent all my dough, and lost my r~ p.
Just let me sleep, I sure feel bad
Boy- what a wonderful time I ~ ust
( Dedicated to whom the shoe fits.)