Looked in at the June Ball for a little to see what it was like. The armory was more beautiful than last year - and the crowd was larger. Turned in at about eleven after packing box.
When reveille busted at 7:30 I crawled out - as per habit - with not a little reluctance but with more pep than those who hadn't turned in until after two the same morning. I was pleasantly surprised by the receipt of two pounds chocolates from friends in Crabtown. Four of us were sitting on the windowsill with our feet hanging down when Rodger came in. Something like the following ensued:
"What in the world are you doing out there, smoking?"
"No, Sir!"
"Singing?"
"No, Sir, we were eating candy."
"Well bring the candy in and get to your rooms."
And Rodger never stuck us on [report? - sd]!
I had four big things to carry to the dock - two full laundry bags, a full suit case, and my mattress - besides my reefer, two boxes of white service and two caps. It wasn't the kind of sport that men take a vacation for - but it was the beginning of the cruise so I didn't worry - or swear.
We started from the crowded dock with a 4-N yell for our "Mothers, sweethearts, friends" were we leaving behind us. On the way out it began to rain, but we got out a big canvas and when it saw that its efforts to drown us that way were futile it stopped. We managed to get all our stuff aboard and then proceeded to lash our hammocks and stow our lockers - a tedious job, and like most jobs that are tedious, one that had to be done. As soon as that was done the firstclassmen started to break out their "makes" Fats and pipes. It must be great to be a 1st classman. Supper was a poor affair, with no excuse tacked to the bad cucumbers and bad coffee - which was the biggest part of the meal.
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