Swing (Jan-Dec 1945)

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10 S. tables. In most of the night clubs, however, civilians were in the great majority. There were a few soldiers or sailors in the high-priced, hopefully swank Latin Quarter. On West Madison street, the SP roving detail chased minor sailors out of a cheap night club noted for its predatory "B girls." Further west, on Washington boulevard, all was noisy fun at a roller rink where about a hundred sailors skated with bobbysocked females. Riding slowly back to the Loop area, to cover the depots and canteens, Kuehnell explained, "They like to do the same things they did as civilians. The guys who liked to sit in bars, sit in bars. The kids who Hke to skate make for their own kind at the rinks. The family fellows look up their relatives. The jitterbugs run for the ballrooms and canteens, where they can dance and meet girls like the ones they knew at home." At the Union Bus Terminal one of the SP's on duty turned in a third class Torpedoman who had his wife — an 18 -year-old in slacks — with him, but little else. He was small, barely twenty, and scared. His bride of four days sobbed throughout his story and kept right on crying when it was finished. The sailor went to SP headquarters; his bride was taken to Traveler's Aid while her husband's story was checked. After three hours a A . December, 1943 teletype message from his station on the west coast cleared him and supplementary orders were prepared to send him on his way. After two tipsy marines in a South State street bar had been convoyed to their hotel and put to bed (another exclusive Shore Patrol service) the detail made a final round of the depots. At the Dearborn Street station they picked up a second class seaman who had overstayed his leave, he said, because of family troubles. He had voluntarily given himself up and mournfully confessed that he hadn't had anything to eat for eighteen hours. The SP's treated him to three hamburgers and coffee and took him to the brig for the rest of the night. Back at Shore Patrol headquarters — a combination office building, brig, and barracks which formerly housed a midshipman school — the detail wearily shed their leggings ("boots" to all Navy men, and always worn by SP's on duty) and the SP brassard and nightstick. They were through for the night. Another detail was ready to take over. Specialist (S) Kuehnell said, "Well, it was an average night. We didn't see much trouble, but that's the way it is." He unbuckled his service revolver and placed it on the duty officer's desk. A Blonde: "Would you call it mental telepathy if we were thinking of the same thing?" Soldier: "No. just plain good luck. — From B. R. T^eu's.