The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-06-27


particularly, the staif. Of the Portland
Evening Telegram, paid the city an aus
picious visit Sunday. The weather was
hardly propitious--in fact, II was bad
very bad, A threatening sky contributed
a goodly drizzle, which served TO wet
the wielders through, but their en-.
thusiasm was not, In the least, damp.
ened. They were out for days respite
from the grind" and undaunted, they
plunged AYE, plunged, and further than
they had anticipated. Spying Collector
Of Customs w. l.. Robb and Master Of
Ceremonies X. G. Lee, whose guests they
were 10 be, and realizing they were
about to brave a tremulous sea, the boys
made ludicrous attempts at assuming
sea .farers' indifference to the ordeal, be-.
fore them. They took pulls at their
Jeans, fore and aft, and then fell TO
standing on, what they believed to be,
a'lega. Iiand.shakes were quite thu
thing for the first few minutes. With
that incompatible smile and peeking
over the tops Of his speetaclcs, Harry
Smith, Sporting Editor of the Tele.
gram, muttered "dee lighted" And then
his eyes wandered over the city, alert
10 discover something that was worthy
Of good live dope" Wilson, OF the local
staff, whose pen IL responsible for divers
columns of Lewis and Clark exposition
lore, pulling at his favorite stoggie,
grunted "how." Rupp, of the Tacoma
Evening News, shook hands and re.
marked that he did not see any OF the
fairer sex. for which Astoria is 30 re.
nowned. And, 80 down the line, the
greetings were all OF materially the
same tenor. Arm in arm the distin.
guished visitors meandercd to the Flayel
dock. where the Custom House Steamer
Patrol, which was 10 convey them to
the mouth OF the river, awaited them.
The Patrol pitched and tossed and
dragged at its lines, not unlike a thing
endeavoring to break from its leash. 1t
looked formidable, that frail craft, toss,
ing about so strenuously, but the boys
managed to get aboard. "Toot, toot,"
went the whistle and ding, ding" went.
the engine room gong. The "chug, chug"
OF the screw responded Immediately
conveying the joyous intelligence tina,
the Patrol was under way. A celestial
salute chimed in and proved worthy of
the occasion; the detonations of the
heavens artillery bid the Adventures
"bon voyage" Such was reassuring and
the boys waxed bold. A guitar and
violin, which had been secreted in one
OF the lockers, were brought forth
Throwing dignity TO the winds and for
getting that the Telegram would have
to be published the following day, two
Of the party strunmed the notes of a
well'known sea song With this unique
accompaniment-the technique was ex.
ceIlent-the remainder of the bunch let
out their voices. The words were sung
and with much feeling.
They waited out upon that soft, and
Oregon ozone to the Wash
ington shore, filling the natives of the
commonwealth with awe,
and causing them to wonder, ii a bedlam
had evicted all its inmates. On sang
the boys:
Il love to see the storm. bound ship
As she labors about in the gale,
And laugh, to see the storm fends strip
From her masts, the tattered---
"My word" interrupted one OF the
party, do you know fellows, | have
rather a peculiar feeling here" indicat'
ing the place by putting his palm over
his belt. His face was ashen pale, he
writhed in what appeared to be the
most excruciating pain. As though in
every face turned to the same
hue.
Must be--must be--must be zeezick'
.r.er," said one Of the boys musingly,
md then, turing to the windward, was
about to offer contribution to the
whose habitats are in the
Columbia depths, when the skipper ad'
nonished;
Delay. To the leeward there, you
ubberl"
"Ehi" querried the unfortunate, a
blank expression suromunting his ply /
'og'.
port. Get on the port side" re.
'ponded the skipper. Seas sloppy
nOugh without having mother deluge."
"PortH PortS Don't mind oil fellow
l prefer BEER answered the stricken
nan, half-hearted smile loaning, just
little. color TO his, now. white cheeks.