This Drunk Was Really a Monkey

I SERVED aboard a submarine in the South Pacific for several years. One of the subs attached to the fleet had picked up a small monkey. It was made into quite a pet, taken on shore Leaves, and of course, taken on shore leaves, and of course, taken into every gin mill from Fremantle, Australia, to San Francisco. It was taught to drink everything from beer to torpedo juice with the best of the men, and as a result of this, it went on some terrific binges.