Admiral and Ensign Attempt Squeeze Play at Wrong Time

Maybe it's Washington's bureaucracy. Or maybe the machine age is outdating our manners. Or maybe it's just a case of Walt Disney's round peg in a square hole. But in any case, a revolving door, an admiral, and an ensign with a Harvard education just don't mix.

It seems that this ensign, '37, fresh from his instruction at the stony hands of Johnny Harvard and the unpainted finger nails of Emily Post, approached a revolving door with the chicken hearted ambition of merely getting to the other side. But he didn't count on discovering in the same compartment as himself the dignified and portly figure of an admiral.

However, at Harvard, manners always take precedence over circumstances, and so the ensign screwed up his courage and his arm, and did his duty with a flourishing salute.

Alas, the Washington ensign today carries his brief case in his left hand. The gallant right arm is in a sling.