Swing (Jan-Dec 1945)

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They ferret out fake heroes, separate sailors from too young girls with over-anxious hearts; protect those who won their medals the hard way. "NIGHTSTICK by NORTON HUGHES JONATHAN IN peace as in war, from Kobe to Kansas City, the Shore Patrol is the Navy's police force. It also looks after lost offspring, separates sailors from too young girls with overanxious hearts, and safeguards the privileges of enlisted men and officers who won their medals the hard way. There was, for instance, the First Class Gunner's Mate who strode impressively through the Kansas City Canteen one night in 1944, staring haughtily through thick-lensed glasses at mere seamen and buck privates. A handsomely tailor-made uniform had been cut to cling to the somewhat chubby person of its wearer, as a custard to its mold. Ribbons were festooned four deep across his ample breast. But Officer of the Detachment 9th Naval Chief Petty John Golde Kansas City^ of the District Shore Patrol was not impressed. He waited until the mate was seated alone at a table, then quietly walked over to check his papers. Ten minutes later the man was on his way to jail. The SP's had spotted another phoney. The would-be Gunner's Mate was a civilian who wanted to be a hero — the safe way. "That guy was an easy one," Chief Golden — an ex-policeman with eleven citations for heroism— said later. "A gunner's got to have good eyesight. Who ever heard of one wearing thick glasses?" The fake hero was only one of a dozen or more persons masquerading as servicemen turned up in average month by the SP's. These phoneys, most of whom are prosecuted on Federal charges, find a uniform and medals of great assistance in impressing women, gaining free drinks, and cashing bad checks. It is also the duty of the Shore Patrol to /protect sailors from ^^■^.^^ wenches ■ — ■ both the teen-age "victory