Los Angeles herald., 1907-07-21
LOG OF CRUISE SOUNDS
LIKE A REAL BUSY TIME

The watch in chorus, Hello"
Fretsomeore Best Did you walk?"
Startum Sylvester, Come in and tel
US why so late"
Frolicksome Folsom, Tell us how ia
1t is to walk here from town"
Clnkerbuilt Fulton, "Oh, it's nothing
for him, the night owl"
Jack gets q chance and says But
| gentlemen, have you heard from Ven
ice?"
The bunch, Jaw, who are you calling
| gentlemen"
Jack, in humble contrition, But, my
hearties, I beg your pardon; the rea
reason of my querilous question was tc
know If you had heard Monsoon Il
ashore at Venice"
Altogether, whats that?"
Newcomer repeats with voluminouS
detail, amid EXPLANATIONS of dismay
from the entire watch.
Enter Captain Happy Hebeler of his
majesty's frigate Minerva.
The bunch, Monsoon is ashore at
Venice, and they can't get her off D."
H. HIT can't be possible. How did
you hear it?'
Captain H. is enlightened with en-
largement of detail.
H H.-"Oh 1 say old chap, amt
glad that I didn't stay up there. I put
in there at eight bells of the afternoon
watch and one look at the heavy surf
running there was enough for me and
l said, Me for the good harbor behind
the breakwater at San Pedro and wore
ship"
How did you say you heard of it, old
chap?"
"Oh, we know all these things She
dragged her anchor and is hard and fast
on the beach,
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out if it is true"
Operator unable to wake up Venice;
they must have taken soothing syrup,
and the night before the race, too.
The bunch, well, do something"
Jack calls up office in town and veri-
fies story in all it's direst details.
The bunch, It's a shame, our pretty
Monsoon to meet such an untimely
fate"
H. H.-"When I left Venice Joe Pugh
was out on the bowsprit, and she was
jumping right into it, tell you. 1 was
afraid to trust Minerva there"
S. SIT can't be she dragged one of
those thousand pound moorings."
The bunch-"Poor Joe Pugh, and he
was such a true sport; perhaps 1t is
much exaggerated"
Four bells-"How the time gets to
Ieeward of us when we are busy"
ii. H. L going 10 D6Cl'
Chorus-"Oh, stay up, Heb, it Will
soon be time to call the cook"
Heb turns in, the bunch resume for
mer occupations, most of them talking
of the Monsoon disaster. Folsom,
Hampton and Cleve happy, Best froze
out.
Seven bells-Cook called and all the
hungry tars happy in anticipation of
early breakfast aroma of coffee per-
vades the room. Enter the jovial stew
ard to get orders for breakfast. Easy
winner, no one dares to order anything
else Ham and eggs in majority
Some one is delegated to call the
watch in the forc's'le, but finds Stratum
Sylvester ahead of him. Dubois Den
sham. as usual, raising rough house,
lays violent hands on Sylvester-stung
again.
Ten minutes later-All hands on deck
waiting call to mess
Fretsomeore Best bewailing cook (out
of that worthy's hearing) in anticipa-
ton of tardy breakfast, and conse-
quently delay in getting started.
Eight bells-All hands fed and feel
ing fine; orders of the day: Jack was
shipped aboard of Detroit along with
a barefoot Jap and sleepy kid.
One bell, morning watch-Yankee,
Detroit, Mischief II and Myth strung
out astern of tug Kea and start for
Venice in tow. Detroit in middle of
tow. Yankee ahead-frst time this sum-
mer-Mischief astern and jealous of it;
Myth tailed out behind the larger boats,
feels disposed to beat it the most of
the way.
Outside of breakwater generous
ground swell makes Yankee crazy, her
masthead resembles an inverted pendu-
lum and the whole tow writhes along
like a snaky leviathian.
Two bells-Abreast of Point Firmln'
Yankee doing acrobatic stunts for the
whole fleet; occasionally the other boats
follow her bad examples.
Three bells-GOing up beach at great
pace, barefoot Jap massaging canvas
decks with squegee. please go way
and let me sleep"
Tug whistles for colors; nobody cares
Little later tug stops engine and Mis-
chief tries to pass Detroit, but doesn
make. it.
Seven belIs-Sleepy kid wakes Jap up
to say that tug is going faster, gets
blessing. Take the tiller, no need oil
steering, however, so indulge in morn
ing salutations with the rest of the fleet
by means of wireless.
Eight bells-Off Redondo beach; cant
see town very well for haze. swap lies
with the barefoot Jap? No, he has put
his shoes on and now answers to the
name of Togo. Great sport Detrol1
still ahead of Mischief, which is behaV-
ing like a crazy cat with piece of fish
and tugs vengefully at towline, but
can't gain a foot on us.
One bell-Forenoon watch, Yankee.
crew making toilet on deck, use salt
water for their ablutions, and all be-
cause we can see Venice dead ahead
Mischiefs crew, to humor her, stop VI
balloon jib, but it doesn't make her &c
| any faster.
Three bells-The cook forgot to wine
the clock, and we didn't know when two
bells happened. Tug orders us to stanc
by tow line and then casts us off, Fol
som inquisitive as to the reason. TUG
moors Yankee and returns for us. We
pick up mooring and after smuggling
things about decks go ashore.
| Who is that dignified looking gentle
man on the dock so resplendent in /
white paper mache suit? Why, it'i
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