Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning! – Strength Magazine – March, 1928

“Da da ti-ti da! Da da ti-ti da!-I can’t get ’em up! I can’t get ’em up in the maw-nin!” The last notes of the bugle died away and life on board ship commenced its fresh beginning. The Chief Master of Arms bellowed raucously fore and aft, “Up all hammocks-rise and shine, ye demons of the deep, blue sea. Up all hammocks!” I heard him pass by my hammock and walk aft. It might be a good idea to steal forty more winks, I thought. I fell fast asleep, but not for long; the next thing I knew a booming voice shattered my tired consciousness and a swift kick dispelled my dreams. In just two shakes of a lamb’s tail I rolled out on deck and arranged my blankets as the Chief leered derisively, “Wassa matter? Gonna snooze all clay? Get thee hence, sailor. C’mon, snap outa it!”

Stark CenterUniversity of Texas