I graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy on 31 May 1934. Of the 342 members in my graduating class, 25 were selected for a commission in the Marine Corps. I was one of them. After we threw our hats in the air, the prospective Navy ensigns were sworn in as a group. The potential Marine officers were told to move to Smoke Hall, where we would enjoy a separate commissioning ceremony. Once there, a lieutenant commander checked us off by name and compared our names with a list of our commissions that he said already were signed and waiting for him to deliver.