“There was a guy a year ahead of us who had a girlfriend,” recalled Krohn, “and they would love each other up on the swings at the Ravenswood Apartments on Vine.” The inquisitive Krohn and his roommate had asked their debonair chum to demonstrate his lovemaking techniques for them, and were told to hide in the bushes behind the swings, which they did on the appointed night. Unfortunately, the Ravenswood’s most famous resident, Mae West, had recently complained to the LAPD about a prowler, and the boys fell into a police stakeout.
“All of a sudden the police descended on us and hauled our sweet asses up to the Hollywood Police Department,” Krohn said, still a little rueful at the memory. “When they found out we were cadets, they sent us back to Major Gaver. You talk about Extra Duty!”
The afternoon grew warm and lazy, and the men chewed the fat, along with sirloin and salmon, used up their drink tickets, heard some speeches and went home -- not to fade away like old Hollywood soldiers, but to plan the next reunion.