The Sugar Baby: The Day World War II Was Funny

Most of the time the soldiers and sailors who participated in World War II led serious lives.  After all they were away from their families and loved ones, and most were in danger of losing their lives.  At the same time, it was important to keep up their morale, and that of their families back home.

I found these two photographs in one of my mother's albums.  My father is prominently pictured in each of them, and so no doubt he mailed them home to Mom during World War II. The first photograph depicts my father as a sugar baby (he's the little bearded baby on the right with the cigarette in his mouth). 

In this second photograph, he is apparently an Asian prince garbed in silks.  My dad always did love hats, so no wonder he looks so happy in the photo (he is 2nd from the right).

I haven't been able to locate any additional photographs similar to this one, although no doubt other navy personnel had them taken. My father was a bit of a scamp–he so loved to laugh.  For most of the war my father was clean shaven, and so it is very possible that this photograph was taken at the end of the war, at least a year after August 1945.

Janice

*Additional Reading*

-Strategic Perfection and the U.S.S. Constitution (Old Ironsides)-

If WWII was an RTS (Real Time Strategy Game)

-It never happened, But if It Had

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"Your Dog In A Canoe? Barking Up the Northeast Passage," by B. Elwin Sherman

Yes, even on a river expedition, it's not only possible to end up where you

started, it's what happens anytime you go anywhere in New England by land or

sea, because you're already where you're going before you leave, even though you

can't get there from here.

 
That's why you should start somewhere else in the first place:
 
The Northeast Passage.
 
Here, in nautical dog miles, it's possible to connect New Hampshire with

itself via the Connecticut River.  It requires flatbottom watercraft canine

ballast, an unintentional near drowning that your dog will interpret as a new

game of super-fetch, and the finer points of dogpaddling your way to the nearest

sandbar without spilling your beer.

 
What's the first rule in canoeing with your dog?
 
NEVER canoe with your dog.
 
If you're determined to scuttle that advice, I can only offer you the

following guide and my deepest sympathies at the outset.  Do pick a stretch

of the New Hampshire/Vermont fluvial border that offers an historic, built-in

fond recollection, like the Windsor-Cornish Covered Bridge.  You'll need

this watermark to neutralize the horror years hence, when you tell your

grandchildren of your perilous river expedition with Tippy.

 
Ready?
 
NEVER take a canoe trip with a dog named “Tippy.”  No sense in flying

in the face of prophecy.

 
There's a reason that a dog, when riding in an automobile, sticks his head

out the window.  This goes double when applied to travel over water in a

canoe, as his head, body, legs and tail are all now sticking out a big

window.  It's a sensory overload, and your dog needs boundaries, especially

when he's being moved artificially on fluid space.

 
NEVER put your dog in a canoe on a “windy” day in New Hampshire.  The

resulting fourteen consecutive revolutions you'll perform without advancing one

ripple on your journey will create a new game of splash & fetch that you'll

be hard-pressed to recreate in your backyard pool.

 
NEVER put your dog in a canoe from the leeward side.  In fact, never

put your dog in a canoe from the windward side.  I'd suggest tethering him

to the bathtub for short periods prior to your trip.  This will acclimatize

him for the approaching granddaddy of all head-out-the-window rides.

 
When you arrive and are about to put-in, avoid letting him board anywhere

near the stern (more on this later).  Remember, the stern is the back of

the canoe.  It will be the end facing forward for most of your trip

downriver (See: New Hampshire, Windy Day).

 
NEVER put your dog in a canoe before you get in.  If you're dumb

enough to do this, (and we all know you are because you're out there canoeing in

a Yankee typhoon) don't compound the error by entering with one foot on the bank

and one foot in the canoe.

 
This will result in the inevitable “Wishbone Dunk & Groin Pull,” and

will forever adversely affect your ability to squat.

 
NEVER put your dog in a canoe, and then paddle without squatting. 

Yes, you may assume a semblance of sitting, but don't put your full weight on

the seat.  You must maintain a constant scrunch, leaning forward enough to

balance on the balls of your feet, ready to pounce.

 
Dogs don't know how to trim ship.
 
NEVER put your dog in a canoe and pounce.
 
NEVER put your dog in a canoe with anything that doesn't float.  This

includes any valued personal items heavier than air.

 
NEVER put your dog in a canoe without sitting him in the bow. 

Remember, the bow is the front of the canoe.  It will be the end facing

backward for most of your trip upriver.  There are two reasons for putting

your dog in front:

 
1.  Dogs, unlike humans, are equally content and adept at seeing

either where they've been or where they're going.

 
2.  If you put him in the stern with you, the combined ballast of

idiot canoe pilot, clawing dog and cooler of beer, will lift the bow into an

angle that will aggravate your groin pull, dunk & send all your floatable

provisions into Vermont, and prompt any onshore onlookers to wonder why a

vertical canoe is going past them the wrong way under the world's longest

two-span covered wooden bridge.

 
In New Hampshire, it's the only time you'll get there from

here.
 

 

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Syndicated humor columnist B. Elwin Sherman is trying to stay

dry somewhere in the North Country.  You may reach him via his website at:

elwinshumor.com.  Copyright 2008 B. Elwin Sherman.  All rights

reserved.  Used here with permission.
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New Hampshire Glossary: Pop Robin

Pop Robin is a term that used to be popular in New Hampshire’s early days, but one that most of today’s residents may have never heard.

Pop Robin was a type of boiled milk pudding created using a simple recipe. It consisted of boiled milk that was slightly salted, butter added, and then thickened with a batter of wheat flower dropped into it gradually. If available cinnamon was added and sometimes a sweetener.  The lumps of scalded flour formed a “pop” or small buttons in the pudding. Continue reading

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New Hampshire’s First State Park Administrator aka "Mr. Recreation": Russell B. Tobey (1903-1978)

Russell B. Tobey was born in 1903 in Dorchester, Suffolk County, Massachusetts.

His family moved to Temple New Hampshire when he was 7 years old. His father Charles served several notable positions including that of New Hampshire state Senator, and governor (1929-31).

Russell graduated from Manchester High School in 1923, Derryfield Academy in 1924 and later attended Dartmouth College. In 1935 he applied for a job looking after New Hampshire’s public recreation areas. He was paid $25 a week and had use of a state pickup truck. He retired 36 years later (in 1970).

In 1935 about 250,000 people visited the recreation areas.  By 1970 almost 4 million people were visiting New Hampshire’s state parks, historic sites and wayside areas. He went from a budget of $11,500 a year to that of $3 million.

Russell Tobey was appointed as New Hampshire’s Director of Recreation on July 1, 1946, and appointed as Director of the Division of Parks April 1, 1962.

According to a 1973 Portsmouth Herald article, he was “a conservationist and a visionary who expounded on ‘optimum’ rather than ‘maximum’ use of the state parks, and he encouraged private campgrounds all over the state. A second article stated, “Tobey hadn’t endeared himself to many people because of his all-consuming interest in the growth and protection of New Hampshire natural resources. To Russ Tobey anyone who encroaches on these gifts from Providence is tempting the fiery coals of Hell and Tobey wouldn’t be hesitant to give them the final push. ” Much of this Parks’ prosperity has been due to Russell Tobey and his “continuing, stubborn battle to give our grandchildren a real heritage.”

He established “New Hampshire Day,” to help acquaint the people of New Hampshire with their state parks. For one day a year free admission was provided to all New Hampshire residents for all day-use state parks and historic sites, bathing beaches and picnic areas.

Due to his efforts, in September of 1969 the first National Conference on State Parks ever held in New Hampshire occurred. The four-day conference hosted by then New Hampshire State Parks Director, Russell Tobey, began September 28th at Crawford House in the White Mountains and ran through October 1st.  About 300 persons from state and private park interests attended.

In 1954 when the Governor Wentworth Mansion was offered to the state of New Hampshire, by Mrs. J. Templeton Coolidge, the main stumbling block to accepting the gift was the stipulation that the state repair and maintain the building.  Russell Tobey who assisted in preparing the survey for the building urged the governor and councilors “that the work could be done piece-meal and in time, the area could become self-sufficient.”

Also in 1954, at the request of State Parks Director Russell B. Tobey, the Old
Man of the Mountain received his second major physical in the 165th year of his known existence. He was also greatly responsible for the state’s eventual purchase of the summit of Mount Washington, and for the conversion of Fort Dearborn to the current Odiorne State Park.

In 1965 he received the Pugsley Medal–a prestigious award to recognize outstanding contributions to the promotion and development of public parks int the United States.

On resigning in 1970 he restated the State of New Hampshire’s need for land to protect its existing parks is critical. “Some were not protected when they were originally acquired, and we may have intrusions that may be detrimental to the state’s investment and to the natural resource,” he said… Tobey said another need is to enlarge the park program to include more of the “nature type of program” with nature interpretation and education for youngsters. [October 1, 1969, page 9, Portsmouth Herald]

If there was any real unpleasantness at all during his regime, it happened over the naming of a park. In 1969 while Russell Tobey was still alive, the New Hampshire’s executive council passed a resolution to rename Bear Brook State Park as the Russell B. Tobey State Park. Although well meaning and appropriate, this action “touched off a controversy among many of the residents of the area, complaining it would be expensive to change their signs and reprint brochures.” The Department of Resources and Economic Development then asked the council to rescind this resolution, which they voted to do.

Russell Tobey died July 1978 in Concord, Merrimack County New Hampshire without being fully recognized for his many years of dedication to the parks and people of New Hampshire.

In 1985 the Visitor Center at Odiorne Point (the former Sugden House) became the Russell B. Tobey Visitor Center. Odiorne Point was his final park acquisition (in 1961), and so this honor was fitting indeed.

And so the next time you visit a New Hampshire Park, and especially Odiorne Point, take a moment to honor Russell Tobey who made that beautiful place available to you, and to all of us.

Janice

*Additional Reading*

-Family Tree of Russel B. Tobey-

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New Hampshire: Let Them Eat Corn

The Native People’s of New Hampshire had been growing corn long before the European settlers arrived (it is native to the Americas).

Archeology studies show that the first “Indian corn” was being grown at least 5000-7000 years ago. The plant’s genealogy itself may have come from an ancient “cross between teosinte and gamagrass” (two grasses). Continue reading

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