Pudding Hi-Jinks by Remote Control Rate Special Delivery

From the notoriously tipsy rail of the Hasty Pudding Bar to an equally tipsy railing of an American destroyer in the British Channel wasn't too far for one candidate for that venerable Institution. Called to his ensign's berth while still a nominee, he was elected by the lads he left behind him soon after his departure. His proud parents cabled a joyful if cryptic note: "Hasty Pudding. Congratulations!"

Mistaken for the highest code in the U.S. Intelligence files, CINCRTO dispatched a plane post haste to deliver the vital missive in a hollow bomb. Fortunately, it arrived in time for a wardroom celebration on the last two inches of scotch in the medical officer's stores.