Vol. I: No. 10

Editor: Tom Sullivan (well, nobody's perfect)

Contents

Breakers............................................................................................................6

Surf....................................................................................................................4

Flotsam & Jetsam.............................................................................................2

Confusion say....................................................................................................3

The Bridge (Hauck's Hearsay)...........................................................................5

Waves................................................................................................................1

Breakers: from the diary of Seaweed Sully (in the style of Mark Twain).

The days passed in balmy succession, with scarcely a dull moment. And as they passed it became increasingly apparent that something big was in the offering. For the Cap'n was beginning to organize again. I had just about allowed he was expecting another crisis, when someone informed me about the "Awards Banquet," and that same evening I found myself standing in the gym at Patton which was filled with people, tables, trophies, food and flowers, in that order of quantity. The several hundred people who were present gave a tinge of awe to the assembly. But beyond that, the speaker's platform, the microphone and especially...especially...yes, it was the Cap'n with axle grease on his hair and...and shoes!....these things drew one's eye. Well, to make a long story short, they turned off the lights before I was finished eating and I accidentally used a copy of that scandal sheet, "Foam-Fare," as a napkin. (I reckon that's the best use it has come to yet. That no good other Sully, I am told, has used my good name to sell his phoney breakfast cereals and health gimmicks...if I get hold of him I'll keelhaul him and hang his carcass from the nearest yardarm). But then the first speaker took the platform. He was a dignified gentleman, with ruddy cheeks and spy-glass lenses over his eyes. Well sir, he inhaled for five minutes and then exhaled in the most intelligent way imaginable; followed by the most thorough quoting from the dictionary I have ever heard, though one could see, indeed, that he had a thought or two for every word and wasn't just airing his tongue. He was followed by an equally impressive group