I worked for the Naval Historical Center for many years. Once a calligrapher was hired to create about 30 certificates of appreciation for docents and every one read “For services rendered to the Navel Historical Center” [well at least it wasn’t “Naval Hysterical Center”]
Another funny [although wryly so] story was told to me by a friend whose daughter married interracially; her new husband was black. When he welcomed the couple into his home he offered his new son-in-law a drink, “Would you like a glass of Jim Crow?”
And another tale along these lines: A nameless naval intelligence officer came aboard a certain ship and asked to speak to the ship’s “spook.” The black officer he was addressing said “You’re talking to him.” The nameless officer looked at him and said,“I mean your intelligence officer.”
[the ship’s intelligence officer looked at him and said “Well, I guess I’m the spook spook.”]