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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
Editor. Lieut. ( jg) E. A. McDonald.
Assistant Editor: Ensign J. P. M. Johnston
Associate Editor: Stefan Sivak, Jr., SKlc
ASlociate Editor: W. J. Bannen. Sea. Ic
Cartoonist: W. C. Ridge
Circulation: John Boris, Y3c
Printer: R. L. Beckwith, Sea. Ic
ow Is The Time
RIGHT now is the
time to get the jump on the other
cruisers in athletics, If the Houston
wishes to stand up there near the
top during the coming year it behooves
us " to get a move on" starting
Many years ago the Rambler
Ship stood up there with the
leaders but gradually interest waned
and during the ensuing years we
reached that undesirable position of
being way down in the cellar. The go1ng
has been tough since then. We
picked up momentum last year in an
upward drive, but results show us that
we've far to go. Our boxing and wrestling
teams are away to a new start
with more promising material than
they ever had. Wellbourn, wrestling
coach, and Arsenault, boxing coach,
look forward to the best year yet.
Nothing much is known
so far in basketball, baseball, crew,
and sailing but it is certain they're
on the up drive too.
If you want our ship to
turn out winning teams give them
support. This means that not only
must our teams be cheered when they
participate but the candidates for the
teams must be allowed to train. It
is necessary for them to train a great
deal. So don't mutter and growl when
they workout, even if it means that
you must help them in their work at
The teams represent the
ship. You are a part of that ship. Let's
show the other that the Houston is
literally brimming over with spirit.
Boost Houston j hIetics
It sure causes a body to set his
thinkin' cap square on his noggin tha
way time slides into a hazy conglomaration
0' bygones. When you get to
ponderin' suchly, old Ned's bound to
pop up with a searchin' look in his eye
and a pitch fork thas achin' to prod
your flesh, and a body's bound to be a
thinkin' more kindly 0' gospel preachin'.
Here comes tha Fourth 0' July
a rarin' ' round tha corner. It gets me
in tha celebratin' mood faster'n a herd
0' wild mustangs a runnin' to a drinkin'
hole after a two day thirst.
Gosh Marie, ' member all tha fun we
' usta have bouncin' along ruts ' n tha
county road ' n our Pas' buckboards
headed for tha 4th barbecues, ball
games, and square dances that begun
early ' n tha day and ended when tha
folks wearied 0' jumpin' up and down
on tha dance floor. And they allus
tucked us young uns away ' n tha wagons
when tha fiddles were a screechin'
tha loudest. We wanted to see our Pas
and Mas a clampin' ' n tha dance but
tha peepers dinna stay open some
Pa never gave us spendin' money
for fireworks and all those explodin'
gim cracks, since he ' lowed there was
more folks killed a doin' tha celebratin'
than met their maker in tha battle
they wuz celebratin'.
That dinna worry us. Remember tha
time us young whippersnappers filled
a can with Ma's beet juice, clamped
tha lid on tight'n a frightened clam,
and poked up a sizable fire under ' er.
The idea wuz all right and it sure
woulda been a wonderful sight to see
tha red water a splashin' up to the
sky if old posy nose, hard cider J enkins
hadn't a showed up around there
about then. He wuz a staggerin' under
a load already a runnin' up into tha
Tha can started a bulgin' and all of
a sudden she let go with an awful
bang, hittin' old ' hard cider'- square
in tha middle. It musta burnt him a
mite, too. Seein' all tha red beet juice
draped over his form from stem to
stern, he let out an awful yell and
commenced a sobbin' for tha parson.
He ' lowed he wuz a breathin' his last.
From that day to this, Marje, old
Jenkins' been tha consarndest prayin'
soul ' n tha county and hasn't touched
a drop 0' anything stronger'n soft
water. Kinda makes me feel proud
sometimes ' bout tha good I done then,
but I wouldn't breath a word to Pa.
He still wonders what happened to his
favorite beet juice. And he might
limber up his whippin' arm. You can't
tell ' bout tha vagaries 0' age.
Nice Work Navy!
( From Page 1.)
in winning the Poughkeepsie crew regatta.
Among other things I
said that Navy, naturally, ought to be
able to row a boat better than anyone
else and the significant thing
was not that T avy won, at last, but
that it had taken so long to do it.
But the boys of the
U. S. S. Houston can't see it that way
at all. The want me to know that rowboating
is just a side line at Annapolis.
The midshipmen, they say, have
no more time to devote to crew than
have the other Poughkeesie entrantsless,
perhaps, because they have to
study hard on such tough subjects as
navigation, engineering and gunnery.
There ain't no snap courses at Annapolis.
I am happy to make these
facts known in behalf of the U. S. S.
Houston. After all, I am not prepared
to pick a beef with a warship."
Houston Wins Golf Match
THE Houston officers'
golf team took the measure of the
Whitney officers to the tune of 6%