The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1909-10-02
FLAGS ALL LOOK
ALIKE To TARS
As Brothers They Meet, but
They Talk in BabeIesque
Manner.

"Hello one-four- eight Send up a
collection of dictionaries! Yes, this is
Joe Cohen talkingl Hurry up those
canned languages. !"
This is the message that came into
the Advertiser office over the telephone
last night. The office boy was hastily
sent flying up the street with Webster,
Century and the Encyclopedia Britain
MICA, but soon he was back again. They
would not do. Joe must have a German
word directory and a Dutch Webster,
and must have them at once. A hasty
search through the Office morgue dis
closed the fact that such books were
not to be had. In the meantime the
telephone was ringing wildly again, and
the statesman -impresario was wildly
shrieking for information.
'sSay, Advertiser, what does s-c-h-l-
i-t-s-c- huh mean. L have a couple of
fellows up here demanding one and
I've offered them everything in the
shop without avail. Skate! Thunder,
l thought they wanted fancy lunch. y
While the hunt and conversation
were in progress, the sporting editor
had been sent to the scene. Once, In
his younger days, he studied French,
and it was thought that he might prove
of some service to the gentleman IN
trouble. He discovered a very much ex-
cited bluejacket demanding "skytes. -
Joe looked blank, the custodian of the
pedal wheels was in despair.
"Sy, see if y Gavin t myke this
blooniin bloke gimme some skytes, "
was the plaintive request that greet
ed the S. e.
"What do you want with the bally
things!" replied the ehronicler Of ifs,
tic events, and Immediately the face
of the troubled bluejacket lighted.
"Sy, mybe y C n myke this 'ere
bloke understand English. 'Anged if
l en- get anythin threw is bIoomin
'ead
With the man who wanted ''skytes
disposed of, the sporting editor started
back to the office, but he was instantly
approached by another lad in white
and blue.
s'Gottes Namen, dieser verdamptel
| Narr kann gahr NIGHTS verstehen. lei
| brauche Schlitschuhe und-' but the
sporting editor had fed in despair.
Around the human roulette whee
| the sailormen of four nations wagec
desperate though friendly war. De
| tenders of the Vaterland, champion:
of Her Majesty Wilhelmina, husky lads
of the Royal Navy, and bluejacket'
owing allegiance to the U. S. n. vice
| with each other in seeing who could
| roll the farther when the sprightly
! wheel got a little too lively for them
| Along Hotel street it looked al
| though a congress of nations had just
| disbanded. Half a dozen language:
| were being spoken, and sailors of lou
| great nations were mingling as broth
ers, even though their conversation
sounded like that on the Tower
| of Babel. One six-foot bluejacket, IL
| the uniform of Uncle Sam s navy, ha(
/ take a fve-foot Dutchman in tow. II
! show his good will he exchanged hi
| diminutive white hat for the enormous
| inverted vegetable basket which diC
| service as headgear for Queen Wilhel
| strangely assorted pair marched up tn
street.
\ Two royal marines, a bIuejaeke
from the Colorado, and seaman from
the German cruiser were driving u
and down the street in hack. Tn
Yankee was playing host, and he an,
two Britishers were vainly trying t,
explain to the subject of the Kaise
the meaning of everything on tn
street.
D-.-. A.