The tradition was you put your wings in an "overboost", which was basically a shot of every type of hard liquor at the NAS Ellyson O Club placed in a large glass, not of pitcher capacity. Someone would announce "Overboost going down". You would then chug the overboost and catch your wings in your teeth. Timing was critical and if you erred, your wings wound up in your stomach. My technique was flawless but there was an X Ray on the wall of a Marine whose timing was less than perfect. I was told his name was "Wings" Weis.
This ritual was conducted on Friday nights, the night of the winging ceremony; all newly winged unrestricted naval aviators put up 20 bucks and the drinks were free until the money ran out. Back then that was a lot of money and you could drink for quite awhile. Of course the VTers would come over to the HT8 compound and grace us with their presence, until the booze ran out.
Overboosts were not covered by the 20 dollar donation. They were 3 bucks and my TH 57 instructor bought mine. An excellent aviator who flew combat SAR for Big Mother and had more medals than God. I guess VietNam was a cake walk compared to teaching me how to hover and do touchdown autos.