"My job, at 17, was as a clerk typist in the offices of the Federal Power Commission. From the commission's offices on the west side of the 13th floor of the Mathieson building [at Baltimore and Light street] I had a perfect view of the illuminated news sign that gave you the latest war bulletins from the outside of the Sunpapers. You could near newsboys yelling extras in the streets, too. I did a lot of statistical typing then that I didn't understand, but I enjoyed keeping posted by reading the news sign. I had been dating David Wolf, who was 20, and we planned a wedding Dec. 21 and invitations were already in the mail. When Pearl Harbor came that weekend it was a shock. We didn't know what to do but we went ahead with the ceremony, anyway. Dave was drafted in '42." -- Ms. Wolf is a part-time secretary with the accounting firm of London, Selenkow, Carton & Wolf. She
and her husband live in Pikesville. "The train pulled into the navy boot camp at Newport, R.I., with me on board on Dec. 2. I had just turned 17 and to get sworn the week before they made me go home, get an impacted tooth pulled and "eat five bananas" to make my weight. At Newport they gave us a sea bag that must have weighed 80 pounds, hammock included. You had to carry the thing and sleep in the hammock. It made you feel like a hot dog inside a roll. In the middle of the night you'd hear people falling out of the hammocks, screaming and yelling. There were 93 trainees in my company. When Pearl Harbor came, absolutely nobody had ever heard of it." Mr. Mullaney went on to serve four years on submarine duty in the Pacific. He lives in Randallstown and leads tours of the Inner Harbor's submarine museum.