The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-09-23
HE THREW A GLASS AT DEWEY.
A Tale of the Days When the Admiral
 WaS r ia11t y,t C,n,, ,,o f,Jor

| Was a Lieutenant Commander.
 W. w. Stone who was ships writer
 on board the cruiser Colorado when Ad-
 miral Dewey and Commodore Watson
 were enant-commanders on that
 vessel, can tell many stories about those two celebrities. Admiral Colds l borough was in command of the Colo
 rado His valet, John, who at one time
 was President Lincolns servant, was a | witty but bungling Irishman. Stones | best story centers around this quaint l character.
 | One morning Admiral Goldsborough
 sent down word to John that he wanted | his glass, meaning, of course, his spy- glass. John, as usual, however, misun- derstood, and came tramping up the | bridge with a goblet in his hand. John, you're the devils own valet,' | growled the admiral when he saw him coming
 Faith, sor, didn't think I'd come to that same whin I tuk service wid ye, sor."
 Throw that blamed goblet over
 board and go and get me my spyglass
 as told you, you internal idiot" Yes, sor," said John, calmly tossing the glass over the side, and in doing so narrowly escaped dashing it upon the upturned face of our executive officer Lieutenant Commander George Dewey. MT. Dewey was on tour of inspection, circling the frigate in one of the cut ters. The Colorado had just arrived from Trieste. The passage down the Adriatic Sea had been a stormy one, and the pains-t taking executive wanted to see for himself how the old ship looked after her battle with the waves.
 It was lovely spring Sunday morn- ing. We had dropped anchor in the beautiful Bay of Naples, and I had crept up into the mizzen- top to drink in with boyish Zest the delights of our glorious surroundings Off our beams lay Ischia and Capri, standing like stern Roman sentinels on guard, at the horns of the bay. Ahead lay the Cam panila; from it's center rises old Vesu- vius, from whose grim apex I could see floating upward hazy wreath, signifi- cant of the unrest beneath I watched the old admiral with a great deal of in terest; had I been a kodak fiend I should, then and there, have forfeited my appointment by taking a snapshot at the irate officer as he glared at the sleek, unconcerned menial
 "Go below, you blundering Irishman, before I have you tossed over after the glass;" The man disappeared, with just the suspicion of a smirk on his in- nocent-looking face.
 MT. Dewey would like to have you o,,t c;, yIrIc ;e, over the side of the ship, sir This came from one of the crew of the cut ter; he had come up with the order and spoke to Lieutenant Commander John Crittenden Watson, at the time officer of the deck. The admiral overheard the message of the angry executive and laughed quietly.
 Tell MT. Dewey that It was the ad- miral my man." said he, soberly; then turning to Mir. Watson he remarked: He can't very well put the admiral in the brig, though I may deserve it.
 'He may look around for substitute Admiral" answered MT. Watson, smil- ing
 "Oh, no, Dewey has too keen a sense of justice: besides, I remember him saying once that he had no use for sub stitutes''
 A few moments after this Mir Dewey himself came over the starboard gang way, saluting the admiral with rather naughty air. You see, ten-pounder may spin merrily past a fellows head aboard a man-o'war.and serve merely as a hook on which to hang the old time jest about miss being as good as a mile, but when a plain matter of fact, plebeian tumbler shoots past you, contrary to the articles of war, and in direct violation of established naval et- iquette, the circumstance that you have escaped mutilation is only an excres- cence alongside of the glaring fact that your dignity has been very violently as- saulted.
 The admiral looked down and took in the situation. Descending to the quar- ter-deck he approached Dewey and said with friendly air: q say, Dewey, did you ever read Handy Andy'?''
 Yes, sir,' rather shortly.
 Well, now, I must have his cousin aboard" and the admiral related the glass incident. The two laughed over the blunder, MT Dewey having recov- cred his usual good nature by this time.
 You see, Dewey, have sort of in- terest in the fellow; the secretary re- commended him to me as good, faith full serving man; he had been attached to MT. Lincoln as his personal attend ant, and I took the scamp partly on that account, An, here he comes at last with my glass. John, did Mr. Lin- coin ever score you for your awkward ness?''
 NO, sor, he niver did; many the time he tould me that it wor a mercy that We were thegither because, said he his mind were taken off affairs of state by thinking did he wurruk harder tellin' me how to do things than if he wint and did them himself"
 Doubtless, doubtless,'' said the ad- miral laughing.
 T want you to remember, John," said MT. Dewey, severely, that it is strictly against the rules of this ship to throw over the sides. You came very near striking me in the head with your glass-tossing."
 That were pity, sor."
 "A pity!" exclaimed Dewey. savage | ly, "by Jim, I'd have come up and had you strung up at the mainyard arm, | like dog"
 No, sor, axin' yed pardon, I hope l not"