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Text Box: To order any Ship’s Store item please contact Marion Goble, 6200 Emerald Pines Circle, Ft. Myers, FL 33912, (239)768-1449 or e-mail:
shipstore@usswhetstone.net When submitting an order, please make checks payable to USS Whetstone Association. All jackets and golf shirts are navy blue with gold lettering. T-shirts are navy blue with gold lettering or gray with navy lettering. Hats are navy blue with gold silhouette of ship or white with navy blue silhouette of ship.

Items for Sale:
Ball Caps (With Silhouette)                      $20.00
Golf Shirts (S,M,L,XL)                            $30.00
T-Shirts (S,M,L,XLG, XXL)                    $20.00
Jackets (S,M,LG,XLG)                             $40.00
Jackets (XXL & XXXL)                           $42.00
Yosemite Sam Patches                              $ 8.00
Mousepads (Ship Picture)                         $10.00
Zippo Knives w/Ship Silhouette              $20.00
Zippo Lighters w/Ship Silhouette            $13.00
Whetstone Pictures                                    $15.00
Whetstone Pictures on Canvas                 $20.00

Also available are 1957, 61, 66, 67/68 and 69 cruise books for $20.00.

Note: All Prices Include Shipping

Text Box: Old Sailors sit and chew the fat "bout how things use to be,
Of the things they've see and places they've been,
When they ventured out to sea.
They remember friends of long ago and the times they had back then,
Of the money they've spilled,
And the beer they've swilled in their days of sailing men.
Their lives are lived in days gone by with thoughts that forever last,
Of Dixie Cup hats and bell-bottom blues and good times in their past.
They recall long nights with a moon so bright far out on a lonely sea,
And thoughts they had as youthful lads,
When their lives were unbridled and free.

Text Box: They know so well how their hearts would swell when the flag fluttered proud and free, and the Stars and Stripes made such sights as they ploughed through an angry sea.
They talked of the bread Ole Cookie would bake and the shrill of the boatsum’s pipe,
And how the salt spray fell like sparks out of hell when a storm struck in the night.
They remember mates already gone who forever hold a spot
In the stories of old when sailors were bold and lubbers were a pitiful lot.
They rode their ships through many a storm when the sea was showing its might, and the mighty waves might be digging their graves as they sailed on through the night.
They speak of nights in a bawdy house somewhere on a foreign shore and the beer they'd down as they gathered round cracking jokes with a busty whore.
Their sailing days are gone away never more will they cross the brow,
But they have no regrets for they know they've been blessed 'cause they honored their sacred cow.
Their numbers grow less with each passing day as the chits in this life is called in, but there is nothing to lose for they've all paid their dues and they'll sail with their shipmates again.
I've heard them say before getting underway that there's still some sailing to do, and they'll exclaim with a grin that their ship has come in and the Lord is commanding the crew.

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