.o^'J<;^.^."\ >*\^i:^^V c°\.i^i'>o ^oV" ^^^^' ' -^v^**^ . ,-^^\^:.:^^^\^ .c°\-^;r3 ./v."-" "' ^^^^\ ^■^V !5°- V ^'^..^^" -^AM^a^o -vP^c,V ^Ho^ JACKIE JINGLES [.^mmo:, S^dax^^'d. cu£^(U^ 79 Navy Chow 81 Neckerchiefs . 83 A Sad Tale, Mates 85 Fireman — Any Class 87 The Lone Star State 89 The Band 91 Chaplain's Mate 92 The Big Show 93 Paul Jones Lullaby 95 The Yard Engine . 97 " Salute and Ride " 99 Weather Signs loi Ballad of Seaweed Sam 103 "Billy Blinker" 105 Painless Post-Prandial 107 Psychiatric Unit 109 " Band Detachment Off to Sea " . . . .in Armed Guard 112 Kultur 113 "Blues Only" 115 German Measles . ....... .117 Wanted 119 Off to Sea ... 121 JACKIE JINGLES THERE S A LONG, LEAN-STREAKING COMET ON A FLAMING, FOAMING TRAIL Jackie Jingles JACK O' THE LINE Beating somewhere through the spindrift of a wild Atlantic gale, There's a long, lean-streaking comet on a flam- ing, foaming trail. Driving somewhere out to windward, in the teeth of certain death. There's the wrath o' God a-plunging, sucking fury in its breath. Putting somewhere from the smoky west, to weather o* the moon. Thunder-threshing like a burning flail and div- ing like a loon. There's a ghostly gray destroyer nosing through the rolling crest, Playing peek-a-boo with peril for a snake o' Satan's nest ; [I] Jackie Jingles Outward-bound from ports Atlantic, with her skipper on the bridge, With a lookout in the foretop as she lifts the sloppy ridge; With a watch to port and starboard, and a dou- ble watch astern, And a pair o' eyes a-peering through the lift beyond the churn — Eyes o' man and God a-searching out the end- less ocean track; Eyes o' world-salvation burning in the head o* Seaman Jack. Oh, he was once a lubber in a lakeside training camp; Oh, he was once ship-jumper in the brig and *' dirty scamp ;'^ And once he was a gentleman and ^' mamma's darling** too; And once he was a rookie-tar, a^wondering what to do; Jackie Jingles But now he's ^^ Seaman/' smelling salt, his cheek against the hrine; He's first-class man-o' -war' s-man and a fighter o* the line; He's muffled up in *^ arctics " like a penguin in a sluice; He' s Jack o' Spades in service y sir , to trump the dirty deuce. Stealing somewhere 'neath the surface and the ruck of sobbing seas, Slips the serpent of Gehenna, over-reaching hell's decrees. Striking sinful, swift, and certain, with the greed of glutted ghouls. Slinking sullenly to safety of the weather- wretched shoals; Born of beast and boast barbaric, from the bourne of blood and lust, Trailing treachery and terror in the wake of wanton thrust'; Jackie Jingles Fouling God's own works and wonders with the waste of war unsate Strewing wrack upon the waters from the char- nel-hole of hate, Moves the monitor of murder, Moloch emulate of Cain, To the rapine and the slaughter and the crimson wreck again. Spawn of Sodom and Gomorrah, and the sack of Jericho, Lo, the hand of man's upon you, though the wrath of God be slow; There's a David come to battle with Goliath on the plain; Comes the Galahad and guerdon and avenger of the slain. He*s son of many nations, molded into man o* men; He*s host of might and mercy, for the scourge of Kaiser-ken; Jackie Jingles He's thtinder-bolt of battle and the gall of bitter fruit, The bulwark and the bastion that shall stay the super-brute; The polyglot of passion in the flame of right- eous wrath, The vanguard and the victor come to reap the latter-math, The firebrand of Freedom that shall burn from shore to shore, The guidon and Old Glory that shall fly for- evermore. Jackie Jingles he's hard, believe me, bo Jackie Jingles THE C. P. O. He scowls and growls and glowers, And full twelve feet he towers Over rooks In Farragut, As he walks with a salty strut; And he's hard, believe me, bo, Hard as nails — the C. P. O. Jackie Jingles Sfi^ Jackie Jingles YOU'LL LIKE IT They'll put you In the '^ole spud hole" — You'll like it — Then try you on a pile of coal — You'll like it. They'll drill you till your face Is red, Then tuck you In a trapeze bed, From which you'll fall and break your head. You'll like it. They'll shoot you three times In the arm — You'll like it — To keep you free from typhus harm — You'll like it, You^ll stand the sun about a week And then the skin will leave your beak; By this time you'll be very meek — You'll like it. lo Jackie Jingles They'll put you manicuring roads — You* II like it — With petty officers for goads — You'll like it. They'll take away your cigarettes And everything except your debts, And put you under martinettes. Yoi^ll like it. But when you get into the fight, You'll like it. With lusty blow the Hun you'll smite. You'll like it. You'll find the work you're doing now Will fit you for the merry row. And after all you will allow — You'll like it. Jackie Jingles ii FIRST NIGHT IN A HAMMOCK Up here I am In a billet, As high as the blinkin' bright stars, A-poundin' my ear on a sky-sail, Lashed up to a couple o' spars. Bent up like a ham in a griddle, My legs stickin' out like a boom, A-twIsted and tied In the middle, A-sIghIn' for rest and more room. Young Rock-a-bye Babe in the tree-tops, He slept on his own cellar floor, Comparin* with me In a ladle, 'Twixt the mizzen-mast and the fore. An' just as I ship for a slumber. My toes stickin' Into my neck, A thought comes to me : " If I tumble, How far is It down to the deck? " 12 Jackie Jingles COAL / PILE I who'll help a poor '' GOR " ? Jackie Jingles 13 WHEN JACKIE NEEDS A FRIEND Who'll help the poor rookie locked up in De- tention, Where every "boy-kicker" boss bawls at him, ''Don't!" Where Gold-stripers bellow without interven- tion — Who'll help the poor "gob" if kind Provi- dence won't? Nobody! Jackie Jingles A CYCLONE WHIZZIN' BY YOU Jackie Jingles 15 FIRE DRILL If you hear the guard a-shootin' With a bang ! hang ! bang ! And a cyclone whizzin' by you With a clang I clang ! clang I Don't opine a battle's ragin' Or the Kaiser they're a cagin' ; For it's just a " four-eleven," And the fire gang, gang. i6 Jackie Jingles r) r^ WISHING I HAD A DIME Jackie Jingles 17 THE WALKING BLUES Walking the walk in Waukegan On Sunday afternoon; Walking the walk In Waukegan Humming a tuneless tune. Fve walked that walk In Waukegan Many a lonely time, Meandering In a day-dream, Wishing I had a dime. Fve walked that walk In Waukegan Till Fve run out of walks, And then Fve ambled In alleys, And railroad yards and docks. I know every board In the sidewalks And every stone in the street; I know them because I have trod them With slow and deliberate feet. 1 8 Jackie Jingles But now I'm due for a pay-day; I'm going to that town; And cock o' the walk in Waukegan ' I'll be, and do it brown. I'll take in both of the movies; I'll fill up a void with steak, And piece in with candy and pickles, And end with ice cream and cake. I'll don me a pair of white leggings ; I'll do up my hair in a curl; I'll cruise that walk in Waukegan Towing a dead-swell girl. Thus will I make up for all those Sad times I've shoved along, Steering nowhere from noplace. Singing a songless song. Jackie Jingles 19 "NO SOAP" Oh, It's tough for sailormen at sea When the stormy winds do blow; But a storm's a frolic down a-lee To a Jackie with no dough. 20 Jackie Jingles they've got me peeling spuds Jackie Jingles 21 LANDSMAN FOR ADMIRAL It wasn't my intention, When I donned Navy blue, To linger in Detention, And live on beans and stew. It wasn't in my plans at all To sweep and scrub the deck Nor was it in my plans to fall At night and break my neck. I never thought Fd be a " gob " — You see, Dad owns a bank — I thought, at least, I'd get a job Above a Captain's rank. But woe to me, alack, alas ! TheyVe put me in white duds ; They don't quite comprehend my class They've got me peeling spuds. 22 Jackie Jingles A TWPLE-DECKED, THREE-MASTED TERROR TO TARS' Jackie Jingles 23 THE MASTER-AT-ARMS The Master-at-arms is a bird o' the brine Who bellows and blusters and roars; He's a Hon o' lassies and ships o' the line, And lord o' the seas and the shores. He's maritime Mogul, Mugwumpus, and Mars, Abaddon of the Eagle and Star, A triple-decked, three-masted terror to tars, The truck at the top o' the spar. He's cheese o' police, Beelzebub o' the brig, A mixed, magnitudinous find; He's Commodore-Skip o' Calamity's gig. And Admiral, too — in his mind. He's Caliph and Kaiser, and A'mighty Much — But, in buildings back home and ashore. They dub him ''the starter," "the watchman," and such. And at times he's the "chief jani-tor." 24 Jackie Jingles '^WHEN DO WE SHOOT?" ''This here," says the Ensign, one day in June, "Is a rifle, a dangerous thing; It's made up of metal, machin'ry an' wood, And fastened to you with a sling. " It's yours for to nurse and to polish and clean ; It's yours to respect and admire; It's yours for to drill with and march on parade, A friend what's a friend under fire." And that was two months, and two weeks be fore that; I've learned about rifles since then — Of oilin' and sightin' and triggers and bolts. To load and unload 'em again. Jackie Jingles 25 I've mastered Butt's manual and "shoulder" and "port;" IVe sniped cigarettes with the rod; Fve ordered 'em too, and Vvt learned they have butts — With my little toe bashed in the sod. We met, I've related, quite early in June; Fve learned that a rifle's a brute; But I'm wonderin' now, 'neath the ripe August moon, If the dear little doo-dad will shoot. 26 Jackie Jingles them's sailors eatin' soup! Jackie Jingles *7 THE WILD, WILD WAVES What are the wild waves saying As they dash against the shore ? What are the breakers telling As they crash and boom and roar? I wonder If they bring a thought From my sweet Eleanore? Them ain't the waves, you go op; Them's sailors eatin* soup ! 28 Jackie Jingles THEY STEER LIKE A BRACE O GUN BOATS Jackie Jingles 29 SEA-DOGS I've been to "small-stores" for my outfit Of dungarees, whites, and some blues. And my togs fits me more or less perfect, Excepting my sea-going shoes. The storekeeper lamps my fine figure. And judges me, keel and abeam. Then keelhauls some garbage instanter Which is made most of buttons and seam. And then, with his distant range-finder He sizes my brogans as Sevens ; But he hasn't none left in the locker, So he ships me some Number Elevens. I've been told I'm to ship on a cruiser To go out and catch German goats, But I'm cruisin' ashore in some bruisers That steer like a brace o' gun boats. 30 Jackie Jingles From my water-line up rm as rakish And trim as a Buccaneer bold. I can pipe both my hands up on deck, mates, But my feet are awash in the hold. Jackie Jingles 3i DRIFTIN' IN Old Jack Frost ain't no real Jackie, Doln' things he shouldn't do, Blowin' up a bllghtin' bHzzard, Stallln' trains an* patriots too. He can hold up coal and cattle. Parcels-post and billets doux. But Fm goln' to join the Navy, An' he's got to le* me through I 32 Jackie Jingles JUST TAKE A BRUSH AND KI-YI ME CLOTHES Jackie Jingles 33 THE KI-YI Rub-a-dub-dub, I ain't got no tub And the dirt has besmirched me white hats; But I ain't no dub, I don't need no tub To launder me skypiece and spats. When I'm in a rush I just take a brush And ki-yi me clothes for a spell ; I lay out me duds And pile on the suds And lay to, to beat Billy Hell. Me board Is the deck, I chase every speck From me whites and I make 'em like snow; Then I trice 'em up high On a guy line to dry, Then me washin's all done, lads, yo-ho ! 34 Jackie Jingles SEA-DOGS MUST WEAR THEIR LICENSE, TOO Jackie Jingles 35 ''MONOL^» TAGS These tags are made of "monol," A metal made of three; But "monol" isn't money, And don't mean much to me. But dogs is dogs, and sea-dogs Must wear their license, too, Before they seek the hell-hounds — Which don't mean much to you. But while I'm 'live and husky, I'll answer to my name; And when I'm dead they'll lamp it Upon my neck the same. It's only on the record That names are ever seen, But when they match mine with it, They'll find my record's clean. 36 Jackie Jingles I STILL HAVE SOMETHING LEFT THAT NO GIRL WEARS Jackie Jingles 37 STRIPPED I had a girl named Eleanor, She liked my pancake hat To make a tam-o'shanter, so I gave her my blue " flat." I then met one named Lillian, She wanted my white hat To wear it out a-picnicking, And so I gave her that. The next one was fair Lucia, She liked my neckerchief; I parted with it mournfully And smiled to hide my grief. Then Helen wanted nothing less Than my blue broadcloth blouse; She said it beat a dressing sack To wear around the house. 38 Jackie Jingles I lost the upper portion of My only suit of white, The time I called on lovely Jane In Evanston one night. Fm glad I still have something left That no girl ever wears — The regulations don't permit Me pink-silk "teddy-bears." Jackie Jingles 39 THE NAVY It's the charm of the Navy that gets 'em, It's the swing and the ring o' the Band. When you're dressed In a jumper like Jackie, You've a feeling that's giddy and grand. There's a pull to the Navy that fetches A man from the world's other side. It would reach you and greet you in Heaven; It would win you away from your bride. 40 Jackie Jingles he's salty as hell ! Jackie Jingles ^41 GOLD-STRIPERS The Ensign's a cautious and curious jay, Whose star is a luscious and luminous sight ; He's polished and politic during the day, But quite surreptitious and sweetened at night. Lieutenants are lovely, and lady-like, too, If caught when unconscious and when they are new; Commanders are distant and hard to review; A Captain is out of the sight of the crew. A Paymaster's clerk is the loveliest thing; Paymaster himself is a prince and a king; Of Rear-Admirals we have scarcely heard tell; And an Admiral — well, he*s salty as hell! Jackie Jingles V'f*rt/1 ^,V:..- ^^"^^ Sp^% e::..>^y^ ^^^m ^^^ .^/v^'- &*«* ^ ^^ ^jf *»^ % g^fi'G^s — THAT AWFUL PUNCH Jackie Jingles 43 THE WORM TURNS Said the Yeoman to the Seaman: *'I think you're rather tough." Said the Seaman to the Yeoman: "G'wan! where d'ye get that stuff?" Said the Yeoman to the Seaman: *' My word, how very rude ! " Said the Seaman to the Yeoman: "Shut up, pipe down, y' dude." Said the Yeoman to the Seaman: "Say — out you go, you stiff! I'm sick of all you salty ' gobs ' That's pickin' on me" — 5i#/ Said the Seaman to the Doctor: "I never had no hunch That pen and pencil ath-a-lete Could pack that awful punch." Jackie Jingles THE BLUE OF THE NAVY TOPPED OFF WITH WHITE Jackie Jingles 45 NAVY BLUE If your quarrel is just and your argument right. And you need inspiration to get out and fight, It's the blue of the Navy that's topped off with white Will set your heart going like love at first sight. 46 Jackie Jingles A GENERAL COURT-MARTIAL S AS SOLEMN AS DEATH Jackie Jingles 47 COURTS MARTIAL Now, a Deck Court to Jackie's a salty surprise Which is not a fit subject for laughter; And a Summary Court's a more serious sort That reminds him of here and hereafter. But a General Court-Martial's as solemn as death, For it searches the souls of the sinners; So a ship-load of double-edged "don'ts," if observed, Is salvation, my lads, for beginners. 48 Jackie Jingles ID LIKE TO TAKE MY RIFLE BUTT AND CLOUT THEM ROUNDLY ON THE NUT Jackie Jingles 49 GHOSTS At nine o'clock out go the lights, And sailors all In spotless whites Go on tip-toe through the room, Like specters stalking through the gloom; In long defiles the endless hosts Softly pass like silent ghosts — Like h — 1 these "gobs" with silent tread Softly steal to downy bed; In truth they stamp into the room With footfalls like the crack of doom, And shout and whistle as they romp Across the place with heavy stomp. With noise enough to wake the dead They stumble on my lowly bed, I'd like to take my rifle butt And clout them roundly on the nut; Pm peaceful but I want to fight When they come tramping in at night. 50 Jackie Jingles A COMFY SWEATER THAT A NAVY GIRL HAS KNIT Jackie Jingles 51 GRATITUDE When you get a comfy sweater That a Navy girl has knit, And you find a name and address On a card sewed onto It, YbuVe no reg'lar man-o'-war's-man If you don't sit down and pen Your heart-felt appreciation, And- — write to her now and then. 52 Jackie Jingles PAY-DAY ON THE STATION Through the Station yard to 'Quarters Is a frigid, freezin' mile, With the nor'west wind a-wailin\ But you hoof it with a smile; An' you put your helm to loo'ard, An' you sail into the bay With ten thousand sea-dogs like you, Headin' in to get their pay. Oh, the roadstead's wild and windy And a ghost howls at your back, But its shriek is Siren music To the ears o' Wheelsman Jack. For it's pay-day in the Navy, And the pay chest's full o' beans, An' about to shift Its cargo Into jolly Jackie's jeans. Jackie Jingles 53 Oh, that ghost is on his sea-legs ; He's a-cruisin' forth and back; All us fresh salt-water Jackies He's a-loadin' down with '* jack." For today's the day the ghost walks; And tomorrow Jack's ashore; And he'll sail from gloom to glory — And his '*jack" will be no more. 54 Jackie Jingles A HARD-BOILED SEA-DOG NOW FOR FAIR Jackie Jingles 55 CAMOUFLAGE LANDSMAN A sailor's life Is the life for me — Yo'heave-ho I A thousand miles from the bounding sea — Yo'heave-ho, yo-ho / A thousand miles from sails and spars, And just as far from reefs and bars, I'm Jolly Jack of land-locked tars — Yo-heave-ho, yo-ho ! I wear an eagle upon my arm — Yo-heave-ho ! To show the folks on the old-home farm — Yo-heave-ho y yo-ho ! There's seaweed hanging In my hair; A hard-boiled sea-dog now for fair, I emanate a salty air — Yo-heave-ho y yo-ho ! 56 Jackie Jingles Of course I never have been to sea — Yo-heave-ho ! And don't know the weather side from lee — Yo-heave-ho, yo-ho ! But I can talk of sailing ships, And docks and wharves and harbor slips, A rope-end knotted Vound my hips — Yo-heave-ho, yo-ho ! And when I cruise to an inland town — Yo-heave-ho ! With flapping legs and my low-necked gown — Yo-heave-ho, yo-ho ! The lubbers there will never know I got my sea-legs wheeling snow, And learned my lingo at a show — Yo-heave-ho, yo-ho ! Jackie Jingles 57 DETENTION GALLEY I used to eat at a *' beanery " Where grub was served with a dash ; But there never was chef who could beat our own Mess-mixers at slinging hash. 58 Jackie Jingles I WONDER WHO THEM DAMES COME OUT TO SEE ? Jackie Jingles 59 I DUNNO I wonder who them dames come out to see? There ain't one who ever looks at me. I wonder who that lucky "gob" can be? / dunno. 6o Jackie Jingles NAILING THE HUN Jackie Jingles 6i CARPENTER'S MATE We need the man behind the gun To bring the Boche within the law; But first, before we nail the Hun, We need the man with hammer 'n' saw. 62 Jackie Jingles I PRAY MY BALANCE I MAY KEEP Jackie Jingles 63 SAILOR'S EVENING PRAYER Now I swing me up to sleep; I pray my balance I may keep ; But if I tumble from my "bed," I pray the Lord may spare my head — May spare my rough and reddened neck If I should fall and bash the deck. 64 Jackie Jingles STOW THOSE SAILOR-TOGS, MY SWEET ! Jackie Jingles ^5 TAR-TOGS TABOO Heave to there, Kiddie, An' douse that middy! The Provost's steering down the street. You better do it. Or else you'll rue it; Jus' stow those sailor-togs, my sweet! 66 Jackie Jingles ^^^r;rr:^'T:''v^^'~' .Gbrtr^^ O--- ^^^a^-*^ NOTHING CAN PITCH AND ROLL LIKE THE WALK IN CAMP PAUL JONES Jackie Jingles 67 THAT SEA-GOING WALK I've been around the world a bit; I've sailed on every sea; I've traveled through rough water From here to Ying-Tang-Tse ; I've passed the Carolina Capes When waves were mountain high, When ships bobbed up like bubbling beans 'Twixt Hades and the sky; I've been on boats that lurched and dove, And rolled and pitched and bounced; I've had the wind knocked out of me, And had my timbers trounced; 68 Jackie Jingles But all the ships I ever rode Were still and peaceful-like Compared with what I'm up against When thrice each day I hike Across that heaving sea of boards — There's nothing hurts my bones — There's nothing that can pitch and roll Like the walk in Camp Paul Jones. Jackie Jingles 69 STRAIGHT DOPE Now there's only one cure for the Germ-Hun, For the germ that has blackened the sun ; It's a tablet or two with a chaser From the busiest end of a gun. For a proper and plentiful dosage For the deadliest devils alive, Why, there's nothing on earth that will meas- ure With the jolt of a Colt's forty-five. 70 Jackie Jingles SINCE I HAVE BEEN A GOB Jackie Jingles 7i LANDSMAN FOR LABOR My father was a section hand; He worked out on the " Soo.** There's not a trick With bar or pick My father couldn't do. My father was a section hand; He worked the Santa Fe. With pick and spade He worked the grade And labored night and day. My father was a section hand; He worked the Frisco line. With Dago crew He helped to hew Out rock and stumps of pine. 72 Jackie Jingles But father never hit the deck, Nor grabbed a brush and swab. He didn't rub; He didn't scrub; He never was a " gob." My father didn't clean the streets, Nor ki-yi dirty clothes. He didn't truck Around in muck The while his fingers froze. My father didn't drill all day, Then stand a watch at night, Nor dig a hole Through tons of coal — Not by a dog-gone sight ! My father was a section hand; He raised an honest sweat. All day he toiled And cursed and moiled; He earned his dough, and yet — Jackie Jingles 73 My father had a sinecure, He had an easy job. His work was fun To what IVe done Since I have been a " gob " ! 74 Jackie Jingles I VE GOT TO GET SHORE-LEAVE Jackie Jingles 75 MAL DE MER-MAID I can't sleep in my hammock; I can't eat half my fill; I can't work, walk, nor wabble, Much less can I drill. My head, heart and stomach, They are all in a whirl; I've got to get shore-leave And propose to my girl ! 7^ Jackie Jingles "YO-HEAVE-HO'' It Isn't all glitter and glory For the lad in the Navy who's new, But that's not the end of the story Of the boy in the Navy's blue. There's this little fact to remember, Cartoonists and kidders and such, 'Twixt April Fool's Day and December, Can occur a considerable much. It isn't the lubber he is now. Who's never been out on the sea; It isn't the "gob" in the hoosegow, It's the sailor he's going to be. When you were in school and a-learning, You did little stunts and odd jobs To help out the teacher, though yearning To be out of the class of the *' gobs." Jackie Jingles 77 You dusted erasers for hours, And sharpened lead pencils and such, And when you went home to your mother You hadn't amounted to much. But now that youVe grown up and grouchy, And think that you've made your big drive, Remember 'twas schooling that made you Before you could really arrive. There are men in the bowels of the ocean, Shut up in tin cans like sardines, But you'd hate to describe your emotion If yoii had to man submarines. There were sailors, who one time were rookies, Went down with the good Jacob Jones, But you worship, and so do your cronies. At the mention of those sailors' bones. So what if he marks time and marches Around for awhile on the shore; You'll be building him triumphal arches When he marches back home from the war. 78 Jackie Jingles HE PASSED ME BY ! Jackie Jingles 79 PAY-DAY LAMENT The Ghost with silent tread passed by; He passed the drill hall just as I Arrived. That silent, shrouded phantom guy, That pay-day specter passed me by, Without a look, without a sigh. He passed me by; he passed me by! 8o Jackie Jingles «i«aK*ji;r mRoB ' A PLATE O PAINT AND WORMS Jackie Jingles 8i NAVY CHOW We-all stand at attention, Us toilers of the sea, While '' Jlmmy-Legs," the '' M. A.,' Stands on his dignity. And then he thunders sweetly Across the mess-hall : " Seats I " And we-all sit Instanter, And sail into the eats. We soak our punk in Java ; We toy with spuds and stew ; We guzzle slum and gulllon O' sticks and stones and glue. And if we can't digest 'em, A plate o' paint and worms, With sea-dust sprinkled on 'em, Alleviates the squirms. 82 Jackie Jingles We sigh for pie and cookies Like Mother made ashore, And when we've swabbed our mess-gear We sit and sigh for more. But when — on rare occasions — They serve us Navy beans, The band blares out our blessings — Those bellowing horse-marines ! This ain't so appetizing, But it's exactly how, On regular occasions, We sample Navy chow. Jackie Jingles ^ NECKERCHIEFS Says Jackie Jingles to Seaman Si : ''You're sure to live until you die. In Winter time you dress in blue To keep your shape from shinin' through. In Summer time you dress in white So's they can find you In the night." Says Seaman SI to Jlnglin' Jack: " Why 'round our necks do we wear black ? *' Quoth JInglin' Jack : *' Benighted sons, That's mournin' for departed Huns." 84 Jackie Jingles c^stf^^^ (^0 — IF I'm that " GOP ** Jackie Jingles 85 A SAD TAI.E, MATES To contemplate a weary " gob " A-toiling on a heavy job — It makes me sad — it makes me sob — // Vm that ''gob: 86 Jackie Jingles JACK IN THE STOKE-HOLD A-PASSING THE COAL Jackie Jingles 87 FIREMAN— ANY CLASS It's the lad in the turret and up on the deck Who saves the good ship from gun-fire and wreck; But It's Jack in the stoke-hold a-passing the coal Who shoves the old cruiser ahead to her goal. 88 Jackie Jingles A GOLD-STRIPES A LONE LITTLE ORPHAN Jackie Jingles ^9 THE LONE STAR STATE Oh, the Bluejacket's always invited To a party, a dance, or a show, But a Gold-stripe's a lone little orphan, All dressed up and with no place to go, 90 Jackie Jingles RIGHT HERE I THROW MY WORK ASmE Jackie Jingles 91 THE BAND The band goes playing down the street, It puts new pep into my feet. I simply cannot keep them still When e'er they get that tingling thrill That hits me like a tidal wave — My Number Tens will not behave. The tubas '* umph," the trombones blare, The drum's staccato splits the air, The saxophone and alto moan With French horns in symphonic tone. The clarinets and piccolos Put dancing devils in my toes. The mellifluent mellophones Arouse my sedentary bones — Right here I throw my work aside To follow on with swinging stride. 92 Jackie Jingles CHAPLAIN'S MATE There's some funny jobs in the Navy That determine a Jackie's fate, But the most exalted of ratings Is the rating of " Chaplain's Mate." Jackie Jingles 93 THE BIG SHOW Said Seaman Si to his sweetheart Sal Samantha : "If you'd like to know how fightin' men are made, Just take a ride out past the Naval Station An' see us jumpin' Jackies on parade." 94 Jackie Jingles @te*^^ I RISE AT DAWN WITH HEAVY LIDS Jackie Jingles 95 PAUL JONES LULLABY When I was but a little kid I'd sleep upon the floor; In some deserted shed or barn rd soundly sleep and snore. In later years I got my rest Upon a feather bed, With camouflage of snowy shams And pillows for my head. Time passed; I joined the Navy, mates, And learned to sleep at night Slung up betwixt two jack-stays like The tail of my old kite. I learned to swing upon the clews — (That took a lot of nerve) ; I got my spine adjusted to The sagging hammock's curve. 96 Jackie Jingles But next I got a sleeping place Out here in Camp Paul Jones ; *Twas then my lot on iron cot To rest my weary bones. I kept that cot until last week, And then it disappeared. I wandered in one night and found The slumber stuff was queered. Since then at night I lay me down In sleep upon the deck, A two-by-four for Ostermoor, A scantling 'neath my neck. I rise at dawn with heavy lids And contemplate that floor; Mates, sleeping there is not the fun It was in days of yore. Jackie Jingles 97 THE YARD ENGINE *' Henry" is a choo-choo; ''Henry" is a dear; "Henry" chugs from here to there, And back from there to here. 98 Jackie Jingles A LIFT TO A SAILOR S A GODSEND Jackie Jingles 99 "SALUTE AND RIDE^' A lift on the road is a trifle To the man who travels on wheels, But a lift to a sailor's a godsend When he's busted and sore in his heels. Now carfare is only a nickel ; To you it's just half a dime; But to Jack who can't jingle a dollar, It means a whole heck of a time. You never will know how important Is a jitney — to Jack — in his jeans. In the Navy it's big as the moon, mates — Why, It's most as important as beans/ 100 Jackie Jingles WITH A LARGE, SEA-GOIN' SMILE Jackie Jingles loi WEATHER SIGNS He left the ship with trembling lip, When he took his leave ashore; He cast about like a man in doubt Of the port he's steerin' for. But now he*s back, and a happy Jack, With a large, sea-goin' smile. What would you say will occur some day In the sweet, sweet afterwhile? I02 Jackie Jingles *TENTION AND SALUTE Jackie Jingles 103 BALLAD OF SEAWEED SAM When he was but a gangling lad Young Seaweed Sam McGee Enlisted in the U. S. N. And forthwith put to sea. He scrubbed and holystoned the deck, And soon was bosun's mate. Then, on a week-end liberty. Young Seaweed met his fate. A year rolled by and Seaweed, Returning home one day, Was greeted in his cabin by A youthful stowaway. # Before Sam got a hash-mark His offspring numbered three. Said Sam: "Three boys is plenty; That's just enough for me." ic>4 Jackie Jingles " Three likely looking officers," Thought Sam, " and darn my pipes, I'll send them through Annapolis And get them all gold stripes." So just before the war broke out The three were graduated As Midshipmen, then Ensigns of The line, the three were rated. Well, nowadays Seaweed Sam McGee, That salty old galoot, Must greet each son who saunters past With 'tention and salute. And furthermore, old Sam McGee, Who's now aboard their ship. Must take his orders from those sons. And not give any lip. UENVOI There*s times now Seaweed's mind goes hack To days he used to toast Those youngsters with a barrel-stave Ahaft the rudder post. Jackie Jingles 105 "BILLY BLINKER" (Semaphore Practice) Blinkety-blink; hlinkety -blink I It's semaphore flashes that make Jackie think. Blinkety -blink; blinkety-blink I This blinkin' blab-jabber's another new kink. io6 Jackie Jingles NO CURLY REGRETS IN HIS MIDDLE Jackie Jingles ^ PAINLESS POST-PRANDIAL The rest of the world may have pains in its tummy, But Jackie's as fit as a fiddle. He hasn't no kinks in his little insides, Nor curly regrets in his middle. io8 Jackie Jingles WRINKLES PSYCHIATRIC Jackie Jingles 109 PSYCHIATRIC UNIT Sailormen have never fathomed, Mariners have never seen, All the wrinkles psychiatric That prevail in Jackie's bean. no Jackie Jingles STEP ON HIS KAISERSHIP'S CORNS Jackie Jingles m "BAND DETACHMENT OFF TO SEA" Ruffle the drums, boys, ruffle the drums, And flourish the bugles and horns; We're goln' to make music to stir up the world, And step on his Kalsershlp's corns. 1^2 Jackie Jingles ARMED GUARD When you go to sea forget your care, For " Avery's Angels '' are everywhere, To guard your course from aft to fore And keep you safe from shore to shore, On wings of wrath, with death in store, To halt the Hun and ev'n the score ; For hell-hounds yelp and cannon roar When " Avery's Angels " begin to soar. Jackie Jingles 113 KULTUR When you hear of a wonderful new veneer That^s hailed as a glorious find, Remember, It's not the camouflage counts; It's the cheese inside of the rind. 114 Jackie Jingles they'll grab you too Jackie Jingles ii5 ''BLUES ONLY" Now Jackie, put your "pancake" on, And little ribbon too, And everything that you possess Of regulation blue; And don't you don no gray nor brown When you-all goes ashore; 'Cause if you do, they'll grab you too, And you won't go no more. ii6 Jackie Jingles mm mk\\9W\«'W\ mm OuARANTlHEOwkEEP OUT! GERMAN MEASLES Jackie Jingles ii7 GERMAN MEASLES The Kaiser's spies are all about, An' busier than weasels; For germs that knock the Jackies out Are mostly German measles. ii8 Jackie Jingles '■•^iirfiS:-^^'^^ ARE YOU THIS BOY ? Jackie Jingles 119 WANTED — I want a little Fauntleroy, A gentle-spoken sailor boy, To be my love — my pride, my joy. Are you this boy? He must possess a Marcel wave. Forget he once lived in a cave, And twice a day my boy must shave, Are you this boy? My boy must not be bold nor rude, Nor have a manner rough nor crude, Nor have his lily-whites tatooed. Are you this boy? And he must have a pedigree, And bring along his family tree — Credentials he must show to me. Are you this boy? I20 Jackie Jingles ril take him out a-picnicking, And read to him, and maybe sing, And hold his hand and everything. Are you this boy? Jackie Jingles 121 OFF TO SEA Now, I says to a Great Lakes Jackie, And Jackie he answers to me : "Where are you-all a-goin*, my pretty?'* Says Jackie: "Fm goin* to sea." "An* now what be ye goin* to do, Jack, Out there in the slop an* brine?*' " I'm intendin* to be a seaman, A fightin* man o* the line. " I'm a goin' to stand my watch, Sir, A-houndin* the Hun to his lair. Fm a-goin* to play hide'n-seek, Sir, With spawn of the grim Corsair." " I shall stand to my trick," says Jackie, "And sink with the Skipper an* ship.'* " It*s a man-size job,** I says then, "'N I reckon you'll do for the trip." GLOSSARY OF JACKIE LINGO Glossary of Jackie Lingo Arctics. Term used to designate special cold- weather clothing with which sailors in the U. S. Navy are provided in winter time for deck or outside station service. '' Arctics '* are suits made of water- and wind-proof ma- terial, lined with thick wool, and covering the wearer from head to foot. Armed Guard. Naval gun crew placed on armed merchant vessels to combat submarines. " Avery's Angels.^ Members of the Armed Guard School at Great Lakes Naval Train- ing Station. They were organized during the autumn of 1917 by Chief Gunner's Mate, C. E. Avery, after he had had several thrill- ing experiences and hair-breadth escapes in encounters with submarines off the coast of Spain. For several months he was chief instructor of the school, until transferred back to active duty at sea. Beans. Dollars ; money ; coins ; jack. " Billy Blinker.*' Metal or wood standard with movable arms, operated by levers and equipped with lights for use in semaphore signal practice. Blues. Sailor's regulation blue dress and winter uniforms. [125] i2b Glossary " Blues Only." Referring to a station regulation at Great Lakes requiring that only regulation blue clothing be worn in sight. Gray sweat- ers, given to sailors by the American Red Cross, are permitted to be worn, but only when out of sight under the regulation blue jersey. Butt's Manual. Manual of military drill with arms ; the standard drill used for setting up exercises in the Army and Navy. Calamity's Gig. The mythical craft which is sup- posed to bear the spirit of calamity on board ship. Camp Farragut. One of the several detention camps at Great Lakes Naval Training Sta- tion. It is in detention where the " salt " of the " hard-boiled " company commander or of the drill officer is rubbed into the rookie in ways that are nautical and some- times not nice in his estimation. Carpenter's Mate. Assistant to chief or ship's carpenter. Chaplain's Mate. A rating as clerical assistant to the chaplain which does not exist except as an imaginary position. It is a fiction used as a bait to the unsuspecting rookie by the more experienced sailors to egg him on to special effort wdth the promise of a sinecure in which he won't have to face fire. Chow. Vernacular for meals, food, or " mess " served in the Navy. Colt's Forty-five. Pistol of .45 caliber, the regu- Glossary 127 lation side arm for Navy officers in active sea duty. Commodore-Skip. The commander of a ship, or of a shore station in the Navy, is termed the " skipper," regardless of his actual naval rank. The master-at-arms' estimation of himself in the verse is that he is the skipper of the ship and clothed with the authority of an admiral — and he sometimes gets away with it in the impression he makes on the poor rookie. Courts Martial. Courts martial are boards of officers variously constituted for the trial of Bluejacket offenders according to the degree of the offense, such as " deck court," " sum- mary court," and " general court martial." Detention. Camps at shore stations in which Navy recruits are interned for three weeks to determine their freedom from com- municable diseases before being allowed to drill and mingle with other members of the stations. Outfitting and preliminary mili- tary instruction and drill are a part of de- tention routine. Driftin* In. The almost unprecedented enroll- ment of naval recruits at Great Lakes dur- ing January and February of 1918 continued in spite of weeks of sub-zero weather ; they " drifted in " like the snows piled shoulder high along the station walks and roads. Dungarees. Sailor's working clothes of coarse cotton material. 128 Glossary Fire Drill. Practice in turning men out to re- spond to false alarms of fire is kept up in order to insure efficiency in fighting real fires which are a particular menace on board ship. The fire-drill is a part of regulation routine. Fireman. A rating, qualified by "third class," " second class " or " first class " designa- tion, according to experience and ability officially determined, applied to the men who supply fuel to the ship's fires. Four-eleven. General alarm of fire, derived from practice in large cities striking four and eleven taps of the gong or sounder in fire stations. German Measles. It is a fact worthy of comment that mild epidemics of measles which have occurred in naval and military cantonments since war was declared have been caused by the variety of measles medically designated as " German measles." The reader is per- mitted to draw his own conclusions and render his own appreciation of the victim's disgust and the use made of his predica- ment by his comrades. " Gob." Vernacular for sailor in training at a shore station. Gold-stripers. Vernacular for commissioned offi- cers ; derived from the gold stripes worn as part of the shoulder and sleeve insignia to indicate rank according to the number and width of the stripes. Glossary 129 Great Lakes. The greatest naval training station on earth. Hard-boiled. Vernacular used to describe un- warranted affectation of seamanship or arrogant assumption of authority by men in naval service. The " hard-boiled " member is a bully. Hoosegow. Brig; station or ship's prison. Horse-marines. Applied to members of the band ; derived from " hoarse-marines." Jack. Sailor's pay. Jackie. The Salt o' the Land. "Jacob Jones." U. S. Destroyer, Jacob Jones, sunk by a submarine early in 1918. Java. Vernacular for coffee. Jimmy-legs. Navy vernacular for master-at- arms, the officer vAhose duty it is to police ship or buildings at shore stations. Keel and Abeam. Lengthwise and sidewise ; nautical expression for the height and girth of a sailor being outfitted in " small-stores." Keel-haul. A popular pastime in the days of the old merchant marine. The term is used to express a process of punishment for offenses against discipline on shipboard by which the offender was hauled by a line through the water under the vessel's keel; not so pleasant as being tossed in a blanket, but milder in effect than being crowned with a marlinespike. I30 Glossary Ki-yi. The regulation brush used by sailors to iscrub their clothing; also the scrubbing thereof. True appreciation of the definition can only be arrived at by sight and use of the article. It is most frequently applied just prior to shore-leave on Saturday morn- ing official inspection. Landsman, Preliminary rating given naval re- cruits in training for service specialties, for example, landsman for yeoman, landsman for electrician, etc. Lone Star. A single gold star is a part of the shoulder and sleeve insignia of commis- sioned officers in the Navy. Lubber. Landsman not familiar with ways of the sea. M. A. Abbreviation for master-at-arms. Master-at-arms. Petty officer who performs po- lice duties on a man-o'-war or naval shore station. The " M. A.'' is a terror to petty offenders among Bluejackets, is clothed with more authority — in their estimation (and in his own) — than an adm^iral, and of all sea " salts " he is the briniest. Mess-mixers. Navy cooks. ** Monol " Tags. Round tags made of " monol " metal, a special non-corrosive alloy, imper- vious to the action of salt water. They are worn for identification purposes suspended by a chain of like metal about the necks of all men in the Navv. Glossary 131 Neckerchief. Part of the regulation Bluejacket uniform ; large square of black satin or cot- ton goods, folded diagonally, rolled and worn about the sailor's neck with the ends knotted in front. " No Soap." Navy equivalent for ** nothing doing," or ** can't be done," or as a general negative. Paint and Worms. Tomato sauce and macaroni or spaghetti. Pancake. Flat blue sailor hat, tam-o'-shanter style, worn by sailors on furlough from shore stations. Pancakes of this variety are not edible, though the predilection of femi- ninity for them, and their frequent disap- pearance in feminine environment would lend color to the theory that they are highly rehshed. Pay Ghost. The semi-monthly visit of the pay- master to Jackie is termed the " ghost walk," a traditional appellation in the Navy as well as in commercial life. Compulsory allotment of $15 of his monthly pay of $32.00, the de- duction of more dollars for necessary cloth- ing not provided by government allowance, and for government insurance, which all men in service carry, make the visit of the paymaster to Jackie sometimes a visionary affair indeed and justify the ghostly simile. Peajacket. Regulation short overcoat worn by sailors. Psychiatric Unit. The mental laboratory for 132 Glossary testing the mental fitness and determining the sanity of applicants for admission to the Navy. A regulation department of every naval training station ; the " brig for navy nuts." Punk. Jackie vernacular for bread. Rookie Tar. Navy recruit. Salty, Navy vernacular for one who assumes sea-going ways to a noticeable degree ; re- • ferring also to undue assumption of author- ity, particularly by petty officers. Sea-dogs. Sailor's shoes; also sea-farers them- selves. Sea-dust. Table salt. '* Sea-going Walk in Camp Paul Jones." A tem- porary wooden sidewalk in Camp Paul Jones, one of the several camps at Great Lakes, quartering pien of the Public Works Department. It required sea-legs to nego- tiate it, according to report. Sea-legs. Ability to walk steadily on deck and accommodate oneself to the pitch and roll of the ship. Seaman. Sailor trained for deck duties in the op- eration of a ship. Ship-jumper. A sailor who deserts ship or goes ashore without leave. " Shot-in-the-arm." The administration of pro- phylactic against typhoid and typhus fevers to which all Navy recruits must submit dur- ing their stay in detention. It's an un- X107 Glossary 133 pleasant but not severe experience, thrice repeated. Slum and Gullion. Vernacular for beef stew. Small-stores. Ship's stores where sailors obtain clothing, outfitting supplies, and small es- sentials. Spuds. Potatoes. Squirms. Stomach-ache. Swab. Mop or the process of mopping down decks, a popular pastime in the Navy. Swabbed. Wiped, cleaned, scrubbed. " Tar-togs Taboo." Referring to Navy Depart- ment order forbidding civilians to wear reg- ulation Navy clothing. This rule is popu- larly supposed to have been aimed particu- larly at girl sailor-admirers and feminine Navy-souvenir hunters who sometimes al- most stripped Bluejacket acquaintances of their apparel ; at least such a situation is be- lieved to be referred to by the words in the official order calling attention to the existing " dearth in wearing apparel.'* Trapeze Bed. Sailor's hammock, before one is used to it. Waukegan. A North Shore town near Great Lakes Naval Training Station, the haunt of Jackies on shore-leave who haven't carfare to take them to Chicago or Milwaukee. " Walking the walk in Waukegan " is zero in sailor occupations. Whites. Sailor's white summer uniforms. 134 Glossary White Leggings. A Bluejacket is '* dressed-up " when his flapping blue trouser legs are neatly reefed inside the regulation white leg- gings prescribed for dress, drill, official re- view, and shore leave wear. When Jack hies him ashore to captivate the ladies, he struts more nattily and " slays 'em " more easily if his shapely calves are properly en- cased. Yeoman. Petty officer assigned to departmental or clerical duties in the Navy, There is a traditional difference between the seaman and the yeoman, the seaman generally con- sidering himself a fighter and an essential in the service, and a yeoman as a practically worthless non-combatant. This opinion of the seaman is sometimes, and not infre- quently, corrected by an unexpected display of combative ability on the part of the " pen- pusher." " You'll Like It." A phrase which greets the rookie entering detention camp from the lips of hundreds of '* gobs," who have been in the Navy a few days themselves; and from a big sign posted at the entrance to Camp Decatur, one of the detention group at Great Lakes, referring to the prophesied change in mental attitude of the rookie toward Navy service after the first day. And they do like it. -a if 1.0 v\ ^"1^ / >' ' '^^'' v./ :'Mm^ %.a^ /Jfe- \,^ L^^r ♦ ^^ ''^, "o^M\^*' A^ -^^