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Order of the Day, Part II, front
No full textFound on page 31, Scrapbook 2.31 Jan. 1945
The Record
Pikeville College
Pikeville, Kentucky
Thought you might be interested in just
What happens to a lowly “Polly wog” when
he “crosses the line” and is transformed
into a “shell back” of the Ancient Order of
the Deep.
We are now in the South Pacific somewhere
Steaming along our destination at present
Unknown but eventually Tokyo.
I am still standing to write these few lines
Since you see what happened to us when we
“crossed the line.”
Give my regards to all the students and
Faculty of the Old College and especially to
My sister Miss Elsie Stephens.
An Old Grad.
Lt. (2g) Claybourne Stephen
Order of the Day, Part I, front
No full textFound on page 31, Scrapbook 2.ORDER OF THE DAY
LOG OF YE GOODE SHIPPE MARATHON, SETTING FORTH YE CELEBRATION ON
ANCIENT CEREMONY OF YE INITATION OF POLLYWOGS INTO YE SOLEMN MYSTER-
IES OF YE ANCIENT ORDER OF YE DEEP.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
**ROYAL MEMBERS**
KING NEPTUNE…….Blanchard, B.G.-CBM ROYAL QUEEN…….Grimes, A.L.-CRM
ROYAL PRINCE…….Hallet, J.P.-CRM ROYAL BABY…….Allender, D.R.-Corp.M.
DAVY JONES…….Gamble, W. H.-Prt.1/c CB ROYAL CHAPLAIN…….Larsen, A.-CMM
ROYAL NAVIGATOR…….Wilson, J.E.-Ens. ROYAL O.O.D…….Wilson,-Sgt.
ROYAL JUDGE…….Schenck,W.C.-Wrnt.Carp. ROYAL. PROS. ATT……..McHugh, J.F.-CBM
ROYAL COUNSEL DEF..Still,K.W.-CGM ROYAL BARBER…….Jones, J.A.-Pfc.M.
ROYAL DOCTOR…….Johnson, F.J.-CCM ROYAL CH. OF POLICE..Fountain, E.-CBM
ROYAL SCRIBE…….Fioravante, J.-Yeo.1/c CHIEF OF BEARS…….Kostanoski, J.R.-CSF
ROYAL BEARS as follows: ROYAL COPS as follows:
Lipold, F.A.-Ens. Saylor, T.E.-S 1/c
Degner, R.H.-F 1/c Kittrell, W.D.-MoM 1/c
Lovelace, W.H.-Pfc. Porter, W.H.-EM 3/c
Rasmussen, F.-RT 3/c Vannice, C.R.-CM1/c
Gilbertson, R.C.-S 2/c Stoll, R.A.-MM 2/c
Nagas,-Army Chavez, J.D. MM 3/c
Grieve, R.G. SF 1/c Beans, W.T.-Corp. Marines
Vickers, J.E. Pvt. Marines
Hurley, D.A.-Bos’n…His Majestys Womack, C.W.-F 1/c
Ambassador Greaves, T.-Cpl. Army
Hill-Sgt. Or Capt.
Drmbrowski, E.J. Pfc. Army
On behalf of Neptunus Rex and Davey Jones many thanks to Commodore W.N. Thornton
and Captain J.W. McElroy, whose enthustastic and long-suffering cooperation was
appreciated by every member of the crew. (Staff Gangway!)
BY LT. FRANCIS E. BARDEN.
(ARMY COMBAT CORRESPONDENT)
Aboard U.S.S. Marathon, very much at sea, Jan, 29-(SNAFU PRESS)-if the
Japs had run afoul of this vessel yesterday it would have taken the whole Nip
War Cabinet and a dozen small boys to figure out just what in hell was going on.
WHAT A SCENE!
Grown men gleefully thwacking each other on the buttocks--other charact-
ers cutting great swats at random through the hair of hapless victims--still others
conducting an experiment to determine how hard it is to drown a man. A horned
devil probing for sensitive portions of the anatomy with a charged trident--and
still others directing traffic through a canvas tube filled with garbage and
wriggling figures trying to keep their heads up and their noon meals down.
All of this in itself would have puzzled the brown sons of little blitzes
no end--but would have caused them to really blow their corks was the fact that
everyone was having a wonderful time.
From the moment the first Pollywog watch was set until the last was
raised on the nether end of the last victim, the ancient ceremony commenorating
the crossing of the Equator was a swell show
Order of the Day, Part II, front
No full textFound on page 31, Scrapbook 2.(Because everyone aboard is now a Shellback it won't be necessary to
explain that a Pollywog is a man who has never gone over the line and a Shell-
back one who has…and HOW!
From King Neptune down through the Royal Judge and the Royal Barber
all of the cast played their parts well…all too well! It may be recorded
here that putting the affair on the road was no pushover. Misguided Polly-
wogs roamed the ship the night before, stealing props and giving Shellbacks
a bad time. But when H-Hour came, the Shellbacks had the last word. They
were ready…and eager…and alert.
The Royal Judge took no guff from anyone and his sharp eye quickly
detected such tricks as wearing several pairs of shorts or the placing of
soft objects in hip pockets to excape the tingle of a rope's end. Those who
tried that angle were stripped to their past pair of shorts and given a couple
extra licks for their pains. He also was quick to spot a Hypocrite. Anyone
pleading not guilty to such charges as refusing to kiss the Royal Baby, steal-
ing the food of the Ship's cat or cavorting with Mermaids drew added attention.
From the Royal Judge the initiates went to the Royal Barber who had a field
day, cutting to the scalp in about a dozen places on each customer who later
was forced to have his whole head clipped to even things up. No one fooled
him, either. One bald individual smirked as he stepped up for a trim but his
smile came off a moment later when the barber, quickly casting the deal, trim-
med chunks out of his natty moustache instead. Another hapless Joe who fig-
rued to outsmart the Royal Barber by shavinghis head in advance quickly learned
the error of such ways. The hair from his chest was cut off and glued to the
top of his head with heavy crude to replace the crop he had reaped. As soon
as it was in place a member of the court gently broke an egg on top of the mess
and the man went to the next phase with the yolk slowly drifting down his jowls.
The next event, that of kissing the belly of the Royal Baby…a Buddha
like character with a paunch that was out of this world..was not much on the
order of pecking Lana Turner on the cheek. Instead, what with the axle grease
and oil that oozed down the belly's many folds, smacking it was no bargain at
any price. As soon as the victim jerked away from the baby, a sadistic char-
acter leaped on him and carefully and meticulously filled his eyes, ears and
hair with crude oil of a tar-like consistency. From there he went to the Devil,
no dope, who carefully wetted a spear with a hot wire attached to it and then
searched out tender and embarrassing places to administer shocks. Then he
staggered to a vat filled with sea water and, after being flipped into it head
over heels, was ducked by a couple of trained seals who apparently were trying
to find out if he had gills. Then came a line of howling pranksters armed with
rope's ends and other whipping devices who belabored him on the rear until he
reached a long canvas tunnel filled with garbage. When he scrambled out the
other end, covered with tar and refuse, the ordeal was almost..but not quite..
over. Getting the Damned stuff off was a job. Scrubbing in hot water finally
removed it…with most of the hide. Some of the hardier types went back to
the scene of carnage and helped belabor other Pollywogs, but most were content
to stand and watch. Few sat down to view the spectacle. (Staff Gangway)
EDITOR'S NOTE--The foregoing chronicle of the ceremony commemorating the crossing
the Equator by the Pollywogs and Shellbacks aboard the Good Ship Marathon was
Lt. Francis E. Barden, a U.S. Army Combat Correspondent assigned the mission of
covering the war in the Pacific Ocean areas. Lt. Barden, a former Associated
Press Staff writer, has spent nearly 20 years covering everything from kid-
napings to revolutions and the present war. He enlisted as a Buck Private at
the outset of the war, earned his commission at Fort Benning Infantry School,
led a rifle platoon on Attu and in the Central Pacific and volunteered for the
Combat Correspondent Corps when it was formed to let the people back home know
how that GI Joe is in the War.
(Over
Visual Basic 2012 Programmer's Reference
No full textRod Stephens is a VB programming guru and the author of more than two dozen programming books, including Stephens' Visual Basic Programming 24-Hour Trainer. He also writes frequently for such magazines as Visual Basic Developer, Visual Basic Programmer's Journal, and Dr. Dobb's Journal. Rod's VB Helper website (vb-helper.com) provides thousands of pages of tips, tricks, and code examples for VB programmer
James Stephens
No full textJames StephensIrish writer. His date of birth is uncertain, but probably not the 1882 which JJ believed. Raised in an orphanage, his early published writing began with pieces in the journal Sinn Féin. He became a prolific author, making a name with fiction (notably The Crock of Gold, 1912) but also publishing poetry and Irish history and culture. In 1925 he moved to London, and in the 1930s Stephens gave radio broadcasts for the BBC on assorted literary topics. While Stephens initially disdained JJ's writing, JJ developed a fascination with Stephens in 1927, believing that they shared a birthday, and at one point suggested to Stephens that he should finish the then-languishing "Work in Progress" (noted first in JJ's letter of 20 May 1927 to Harriet Shaw Weaver, LI 253-54). Fortunately this did not come to pass. Nevertheless, they became friends, corresponding and visiting from time to time. JJ translated Stephens's poem "Stephen's Green" into at least five languages. William Brockman</p
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No full textImperfect: print show-through.Attributed to Edward Stephens [who wrote under the name of Socrates Christianus]--National union catalog pre-l956 imprints.Reproduction of original in the Huntington Library.WingElectronic reproduction
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