The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-01-25

That the navy is interested in other
things besides fighting and patrolling
the seas is shown by copies of the Open
Door, a. monthly paper, published on
board the United States flagship Ken
lucky, now in the Asiatic squadron.
The papers are printed in colors and
are Of a fine typographical appear
ance
The editors are Mcleod and Wrobel,
and the subscription price is 10 cents
a copy. William Mcleod, the editor
in-chief, is a St. Paul man. He was
formerly chief electrician in the A. D.
T. company here. He has served on
the Kentucky for two years. He sent
the papers to H. F. Logan, of the Globe
building.
The papers are dated "At Sea-" Yo-
kohama, Shanghai, Chefoo, VIadivo-
stock, or wherever the ship was when
the paper went to press.
There is not much news on board
men-Of-War in time of peace, and yet
some of the articles published are in
teresting.
For instance, here is something
which may interest the tariff experts:
IAN article printed in q recent issue
of that estimable little journal pub
lished on the flagship New York, the
Mermaid, describing the. package re-
ceiVed by an apprentice after he had
paid neat little sum for storage, etc,
calls to mind, another instance of a like
nature. A member of the Kentuckys
crew had an article which was made
in the United States sent to him by
transport. He was notified that upon
payment of a sum of money-for duty
the said article would be delivered
to him. Is this just, or is it ignorance
on the part of the people at the Manila
end of the deal? Is there a legitimate
duty on anything made in the United
States and sent to an American naval
vessel, to be used by an American citi-
zen serving the flag. We think not"
Whatever the outcome Of the Samp-
SON Schley controversy, the way in
which the former was regarded by the
active men in the navy is shown by
the following poem, printed in the
Open Door at Chefoo last September.
The Dead Admiral.
''Let all the rolling drums be stilled,
And tOlling bells be mute.
While guns from every battIeship
Boom out A last salute
For Admiral Sampson lies today
In long and dreamless rest.
His slender sword beside him sheathed,
His hands upon his breast.
Unfold the dark blue Union Jack,
Beloved by seamen ALL
And cast it's glory over him
To be his starry pail.
He keeps q silent watch alone
Upon a tideless deep.
So bid the bugler of the ship
Blow taps above his sleep.
Put up the compass and the chart
His voyages are Ger;
No reefs will ever vex his course
No breakers fret his shore
And close the log forever now.
The mariner is home.
The lids upon his keen old ewes
Are whittier than the foam.
He hears no more the battles din,
For him the tempeSts cease;
The sailors star has LED him true
To ports of heavenly peace.
The good, gray heros gallant soul
Is anchored in the sea
That stretches in a turquoise flood
Beyond Eternity
While the Kentucky was at sea In
Japanese waters the following story
was heard from a passing vessel, one
Of whose officers came on board for a
correction in chronometers:
ION one of the N. Y. K. liners the
Wakasa Maru, there was a japanese
stokerl who was always up to all sorts
of tricks and pranks. One day when
nearing land, the ship running easily
with a perfectly smooth sea, the cap
tain from the bridge saw several of the
crew looking over the SIDE Sending
an officer forward to inquire into 4ho
cause, he on his return reported he had
found the fireman with his body half
way through port hole and his COM