When there are whitecaps on the coffee,
that's our kind of weather.
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Who is the First Batt Marine who inspects his charge's rooms during leave
periods?
1: "My Company Officer is about as squared-away as a marble."
2: "What's a Company Officer?"
And what about the beer cans the U of Md students pelted at the Lax
team last year? It's too bad they were empty, eh fellows?
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A LOG exclusive expose: the EH&G Dept officially bans the use of pencils.
That's why there are no sharpeners in Maury Hall.
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Statistics show that chances are your Grease Girl is somebody
else's Class Girl.
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After almost a year, the truth finally comes out: about the
Mid with the Playboy rabbit on his class ring.
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And who was the Firstclassman wlio deducted his ring from his
Income Tax as a "necessary item of uniform insignia."
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A favorite steam prof of ours tells us that there are only
three basic precepts to learn at the Naval Academy: F=ma, V=IR, and you can't
push a rope.
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Turn back? I wouldn't turn back to Morning Meal.
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Next year the Big Blue will be riding to their games in a milk
carton on wheels.
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Is it true that the Executive Dept has installed a camera at
Gate O? Or does the CMOOW just hide in the "little green hut"?
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Our company officer's motto: You have to go out, you don't
have to come back.
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The true Gouge for Nav Sci: How long is a prolonged blast?
and define EMCON.
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Home is where you can go to the head and people can't see your
feet.
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For the young Ensign: Home is where the car is...
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One of the Night Crawlers informs us that the steam tunnel
connects through Mahan Hall to the Power Plant outside gate 8.
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Why does an NFO have two anchors on his wings?
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We can see no reason why E314 shouldn't be the last scheduled
exam ... after all, it is a 1/ c course.
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Why do all the flags in T-Court wave towards the Rotunda?
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Just who are the guys drilling holes in the yard? Anyway?
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If cools were a forest, our company officer would probably
be a toothpick. If brains were dynamite, he couldn't blow his nose...
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I'd rather be dead, than red on the head ...
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Our thermo prof tells us that.
Steam is a bad gas.
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If you have got to go to the Naval Academy, go First
Class!
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Our Old Grad refers to USNA as an academic Edsel.
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Who would offer a $50 reward for a dog's head on a sword?
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Everyone has learned to live with the coke machine in the Fifth
Wing basement that thoughtfully drops the can on your spit-shined shoes.
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I love that sound: two clinks, and a
clunk!
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BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
First I spent three hours with three Captains being
interviewed. Then I was taken into the Admiral's office. The first thing
he asked me was how tall I am-he is only about five feet-he then asked me
if I played basketball. Those were pretty easy to answer, but then he asked
me about my "D". I started to answer that I didn't like my instructor and
didn't put much effort into the course. All I got to say, though, was that
I didn't like the instructor. He interrupted, saying that a "D" was always
the fault of the instructor, the "A" was the student's. He went into a big
harangue and ended with "Well, that's typical!"
He then asked me if I had sung in a choir in high school.
He asked my favorite song and, for lack of a better title, I said "People".
So he called in his two secretaries and said, "Mr. P-----, why don't you
stand up and sing 'People' for us"? I stood up and screeched out a couple
of lines before I forgot the words. I sat back down and he asked if any
girls had told me that I was good looking. I replied that a couple had.
Then he asked his secretaries for their opinions. They both agreed that
I was "one of the best looking one's we've had in here." He asked them to
rank me on a scale from 0 to 100. The younger one said she'd give me an
85. The other, slightly older, said at least a 90. I didn't say anything
during all of this. Then he asked them to compare my looks with the officer
who had escorted me and was sitting just behind me. They said I was better
looking and he asked the officer if he was offended. All he answered was
"No sir." The Admiral concluded the interview with "That's all."
And that was all.