Everone can surely remember some of the hazing that the new guys were subject to whether on the giving or receiving end.  Guys were sent sent after 20 fathoms of waterline or (my favorite) the can of relative bearing grease.  New MM's were sent looking for the valve to turn on the cooling water to the engineroom handrails and new BT's sent for the cleaning brush for the fallopian tubes.  But the funniest I remember was on the 22nd of July 1965, the day before leaving GITMO to return to Newport.  We had a new electrician striker, a reservist, that was a little homesick.  Someone told him that the Navy frogmen were coming out that night to put the speed screws on so we could get home faster but they needed a lot of light and requested help from the ship's company.  This young firemen had every battle lantern that wasn't permanently mounted on the fantail in pretty short order.  And that's no bullsh** according to Kers.