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Gobs of Art A gob is a guy Who's willing to try At running a race or a scow; And at art a sea rover Is—well, look these over, We'll say he's the Kitten’s meow! Drawn by Matt Murry, “Yep! One way to Hayfork.” Drown by J. M. WATSON. God's country ain't what it used to be. Drawn by WALT MUNSON First Gob—The ol’ “Y” was sure t—~ packed last night, Red. I had to sleep ; on the billiard table. Second Gob—What did they charge you? “The same old rate—sixty cents an Drawn by STANBY HusBann, U. S. Navy hour.” Captain—Didn't you hear me say, “All hands on deck?” Green Sailor—Yes, sir, I put my hands on the deck and another feller trod on ‘em. Drawn by Lawrence J, Krexan Famous sayings by famous gobs. Drawn by Dick KENNEDY. Drawn by T. Breso. Old Timer—Yes, sir, I was in the Navy m'self when I was a youngster. APPLIED NAVAL STRATEGY Young Blood—Er, what was your Midshipman John Paul Jones Dewey official capacity, sir? a reaches the hospital by accelerating “Four or five quarts a day. the speed of the thermometer.