|Remembrances of Francis N. Duffey|
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Yes, goodbye, Gustavus....no more obstacle courses with the Chief urging us on...no more listening to Cotton blowing tattoo, or Russell playing "Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning" before reveille....or the religious arguments with Campbell and Baldwin after taps....or the frantic rush of a fire drill....No more spit and polish, deck waxing, window washing, each Saturday...or snappy drill, with company competition at a keen edge...No more calisthenics at 0615 next to the field house with Roger Boraas showing us how....and Hedin showing us how not...no 1030 musters with the mail call at the end...or Monday night Naval Org classes, with all the boys admiring the way the skipper talked....
Yes, goodbye,...to the brew at the Polar Maid, the pinball machine at Thel's, the ice cream cones at Otte's...to the St. Peter swimming pool...to the trips to the "Cities" with Campbell or Oslund...sleeping on the deck at the Hospitality House after dancing at the Prom....to the Wednesday night band concerts with Tonigan and Zobel...listening to Bowles talk...or Harvey....No more fast games of touch football in PT, or wrestling, or tumbling over Blair Mooney....or intracompany softball... or Wilson teaching swimming...and wondering about his white hats...or McHenry singing in the shower... or Ware and Eimers making points with the Mankato girls...or Marshall and Houde coming in stewed....or rooting for Glencoe against St. Peter high...or Richardson's singing...or Doc White's sleepy history classes...No more first amazement at Francoeur's double-jointed tricks....or listening to the World Series....or the spirit at the G.A. games...or the friendliness of the canteen...or the bitterness of Mrs. Nelson's class....No more Minneapolis Star Journal to read at evening chow...no more stenciling bees...or V-J Day rumors...or talk of Rice's "conquests"...or washing gym gear and hanging it on the fence...the exhaustion after cross-country or a strength test....or cramming for one of Rodine's tests....
No more climbing up the "Hill" early Sunday morning after a night at the Crystal...no more of Gullitch's antics...no more of Gustavus Adolphus for us...so goodbye....but will you ever forget the rough time we gave the civilians the day we left, the water fights, or the girls in Rundstrom and Jonson singing "Anchors Aweigh" to us, and the final chat with the old man before we left, on delayed orders, for our new base, Iowa State A & M.....Yes, goodbye, G.A.C.
|And so, Goodbye, G.A.C.|
|List of subjects and instructors at Gustavus Adolphus College, 1945|