Arizona republican., 1903-09-08


 sport with the cark in his midriff said, gnde him into the office to tack his name onto the papers, I reckon II ast Cynthiana jes onct more-Cynthiana knowed this mornin that l was about t take this fateful step, an ef she sees that I'm downright desprit an mean it, wy mebbe she'll
 Again it was the miserable little Main street upon which the recruiting headquarters was situated that robbed the navy of as waggish and straw haired q Hank as ever played ring around rosy with the apple e-cheeked girls at d huskin' bee. Our nearly-ship- ned candidate espied a neat-looking buggy going by with a white-clad girl driving the nag hitcheGi to it at q slow jog. The girl was looking up sort of expectantly at the recruiting office windows.
 Our pranlish enc made one of the open windows in two slides, poked his head out, and called out to the girl:
 Hey. Cynth', I'm jes' goin t sign now-say, Cynth', shall I sign or no?'
 The girl in the buggy put . foreffn- ger in her mouth collectively. and then she shook her head from side to side.
 Goodbye fellers!' yelled the Hiram. hopping away from the window and making for the stairs. I don't want t ba no sailor-Cynth' says it's all right and two seconds later he was in the buggy and driving off with one arm around Cynth's waist, the cark gone from his bosom as sudden as a lime juicer's crew lays aft for grog when the word is passed.
 And we found all of them a heap eXacting out there in the grain belt. With the outfit We had an old shellback of d bo'suns mate who's been going up and down the world in the frigates ever since the days of the old Ticon and propeller wells. and this cid jack was constituted the Bureau of Informa- ton to handle the applicants because he'd promise them any old thing that they'd ask for.
 ''But. look adhere. mister, I reckon I'd git Seasick. never havin' been on tn water in nothin' but a skirt before, an I've heeard tell that seasickness is pig en bad the shufflers 'ud say to the old heavy y-weather timber shiverer before making up their minds to ship. and then the old jack would look at them in surprise.
 
 tidentially. herding the doubtful ones into a corner sos to get a better crack at them. I've been goin' to sea, man and boy. in this line O packets. ever sence l was the size O q pup-skate on the Ginney coast. and every time that I've put off to sea, durin' all O them years. I've been a-gettin' sea sick horrible sea-sick-sick as q ships dog that cheWed two pounds O lye-sicker'n Il q royal marine doubled-ironed in tn brig after q four-days' Gibraltar shore leave-and that a hull plenty sick, matey, I'm a-tellin' you.
 And cause why have I been sea- sick every time I've gone to sea during all O them years? Cause why? Cause at the break O tn fo'c'sle on every American man'war there's hundred gallon scuttle-butt-a scultle-but matey. is a cask-filled t tn brim with champagne for all O tn hands for'ard that suffer from sea sickness and here the old shellback would poke them joV ially in the ribs and wink roguishly at them That's cause why l always git horrible sea-sick wen I go t Sea somethin' horrible-and who wouldn't, with that there hundredgallon scuttle- butt standin' there at the break O tn fo'csle, filled t tn brim with foamin'. purlin', seethIn' French champagne Wa ter. tn spigCt all ready t be turned on, but ony'y t be touched by them O tn men for'ard-perticler the new men for 'ard-that's got tin sense t git sea sick-hey. who wouldn't. matey?'
 Ut may sound pretty raw, but nine out of ten of the b'goshers of the corn shucking section gulped that one down just as it flowed from the face of the leathery old deck-prowler, and I'll bet that there are some of them rubberng arCclnd yet on the ships to which they ve been assigned for the champagne filled scuttle- butt fo rthe sailors that suffer from the sickness of the sea.
 Most of them, too, wanted quite q whole lot for consenting to hold up their hands before the recruiting officer. They were particularly solictOus as 10 tn ekind of uniform they would be re quired to wear.
 Tn a little Missouri town q big, raw boned hired man, with a climbing mo- ton of the feet when he walked that 'ud make you think Of the grape-danc- CTS in the dago vineyards, clomped up stairs to the office, and, without re- moving his headgear or in any other 
 he slouched over to where one of the fancy uniform pictures was hanging. He placaI big thumb on the picture of d chief petty officer. a chief bo'sun's , mate with an anchor and eagle rating | hldge on the blouse sleeve of his watch arm. and he inquired Of all of us in general:
 Hey. mister. ef l go f'r a sailor with you fellers do I git .. suit O clo'es | ies' like this-a-one t wear right off? Pretty forehanded remark, that, when you step to think that it takes a seventh son born lucky with q caul all the way from ten to twenty years to get q chief petty officers rig-CIt on his back in this mans navy! I've been with the outfit eighteen years and I'm still wearing the bell-bottoms, even if I have got a crow on my arm. 1 Well, the shipping officer grinned,