WIIAT IS A SAILOR?
Att.”0^r the Fence Special”
Between the security of childhood and the insecur
ity of a second childhood we find a delightful creat
ure called a'sailor* Sailors come in assorted sizes,
eights, looks and sobriety* They can be found any -
where on ships, shore stations, on all streets, in
fast moving cars, taverns, swinging from ropes, -in
bunks, debt, and in love*
Girls love them, mothers tolerate them, cooks ignore
th6m, soldiers^hate them, and the U,S. Navy supports
them. / \
A sailor iVa composite, he is truth with his fincps
Crossed, bjeaut^fih \his uniform, a £>rave man.-with a
tatooed/ai?)ui?/<a:- gftSaft (lover in 13 button pants?wisdom
s socks, protector of the high
layboy”, and the hope of a fut
^ _arms* He has the energy of a
tutt^e, the sly Ui (
✓'curiosity of a\ 'cUitc, (imagination of WaltrDisney, asp
s'' .i^ation of casa^iwi, pncl when he wants something its
)/ usually connectdq!lw|.tp a liberty card*
He likes women!,;1 (girls, females, dames and the oppos
ite sex* He also likes strong drinks, comic books,nite
clubs, water in itrs natural habitat and mail call.
He dislikes answering letters, wearing his uniform,
his superior officers, weekend duty, Navy chow, rev
eille, jungle bunnies, jarheads, bellhops and.,..*,*.
\ well, marines in general,
with c/igafrettsjj?
seas with £ copy;
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When you are bisy they usually follow with fantast
vic sea stories# When you want him to make a good im
^/pression, his brain turns to jelly or he*11 deny ails
! of it#.#'»th’at he is from any town originally and even
/ (Sometimes that he is in the Navy, Nobody can write so
Ojjlittle yet have so much to say, Noboby gets so much
from letters, civilian clothes and home. No one else
■'•/can cram into one jumper pocket, a little black book,
a pack of crushed luckies, a photoof his girl, a
/comb, a church key, and what is left of his last pay
I day# A .sailor is a magical creature - you can lock
y him 6uifjof your home, but not out of your heart. You
can diofls him off your mailing list, but not off your
mind/./ $p5s your long-way-from-Lome lover and your one
blurryeyed good for nothing bundle of worry#
you may as well give up,He*s your captor,your
and your sailor, and your eyes tweinkle, your
and dreams come true, and life is again worth
when your sailor docks and looks at you with
pod shot blurry eyes and says? "HI YA HONEY,"
pld like to thank the McNabbs for sharing this.,
h us# REMEMBER FOLKS! This is your paper,call
news to Ruby at 560 and Diana at.044~J.
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