The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-11-22

that it wrung admiration from even the
rough merchant shippers, so that in
the end they presented him with a
model of the clock tower at the docks,
lin which the sturdy captain lived, and
wrote an address which might have
made him blush if he were not too old
a bird to be caught by such compl1-
ments
| | cannot better describe Sir Edward
than by saying he is the exact model
of bluff war dog of the times OF Mel
son and Collingwood. He somehow
seems out Of place on board the finished
machine which line-of-battle ship has
become One feels he should be ar
rayed in cooked hat, knee-breeches and
pumps, stumpng the quarterback of
one of the towering sea castles of
Trafalgar, and it is not difficult to inn
agine with what joy he would have laid
his ship against the pick of the enemys
fleet and hammered away, muzzle to
muzzle, till she surrendered.
Yet beneath the somewhat rough ex-
terror there lies the real man, practi-
cally shrewd fearless in doing his
duty, whatever opposition he may en-
counter.
He was a well known figure in Cape
TOWN. worker who lived between his
little turret Of an office and his club,
and would have nothing to do with the
sham gayeties engineered by the fair
ladies' who had f1ocked to South Africa.
He was the subject, however, of plenty
of comment in those select and aristo-
cratic circles which Lord Rosslyn so
feelngly described, for there was al
ways some new story about him.
A gentleman who had gained much
advertisement from his charges against
the hospitals had an unfortunate en-
counter with the captain. Striding In
to his room somewhat brusquey one
fine morning, he demanded to be shown
the system of landing hospital supplies
Sir Edward kept on writing as if he
We're not aware of his entrance.
"Will you please attend to me?" said
the fussy visitor, and then Sir Edward,
looking up, mildly remarked, "Have
you bought these docks, sir?"
Certainly not said the astonished
visitor. Il don't know what you mean,
I"
"Then go to the deuce" said Sir Ed
ward" and the interview closed.
On another occasion fussy colonel
of q militia regiment came bursting in
on the transport officer.
"Who are you, sir?" said Sir Edward. |
81 am Colonel So-and-So," was the re-
ply
II beg your pardon I thought you
were an admiral"
One more yarn. There was a militia |
colonel who came staggering into the |
transport office, Respondent in new
khaki, and infamed with indignation at |
the delay of some stores his regiment |
wanted. To his torrent of eloquence |
Sir Edward irreverently replied: "Who
told you to put your stars above your
crown!" CThis in reference to the col
0nel's unorthodox shoulder strap.
my tailor, / suppose" was the an
swer.
well" said Sir Edward, when you
have learned to dress according to the
lueen's regulations, and not according
10 your tailor's, you come back here"
And perhaps my personal experience
nay be somewhat interesting. 1 was
staying at a hotel not very famous for
is CUISINE, and Sir Edward was also !,
here. In despair of getting substan-
.ial food, he had ordered large cheese.
This the walters, who neither knew nor
Jared whence it came, proceeded to cut
Up and serve round to the great de-
light of the hungry guests.
At first Sir Edward did not notice
what had happened. Presently he be-
'ame aware that it was his own per-
'onal property that was disappearing