The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1913-03-03
Men Picked Up After Being
in Water for Several
Hours.
MRS. LAJOIE HAS
LARGE PARTY OUT
Launch Engine Quit Work
and They Drifted About
Several Hours-A Launch
Going to Their Rescue
Baked Also and Party
Did Not Return Until
Long After Dark.

Rescued by Landlubbers. or the
Last Lark of the Lizzie is the title
of a little story of the sea which will
undoubtedly enjoy a large sale in
Cleveland, Pensacola and on board
the United States cruiser Montgomery,
when 1t appears this morning, fresh
from the press of the publishers.
True sea yarns are rare these days
and with the classic touch which
Robert Snajdr, Ralph Sickle and other
newspaper writers have given the
background of local color it seems GER
tain that even the Illustrations from
photographs which will ii.umine the
work in some of the editions will be
able to add but little to it.
The little story is dedicated by its
various writers, each of which gives u
slightly different version, to their re-
spective editors, and starts off about
as follows:
Joe Birmingham, manager of the
Cleveland baseball club OF the Amer
lean league, stood on the bride of the
good ship F'rolic yesterday afternoon
and gazed intently across the bottle
kissed stretch of kissed bay to
where the walls of Fort McRee drab
and gaunt, rear their serried tops.
About him lay the crew, seasick. Cap
tain Kline alone took account OF Bir-
minghan1's steady watch. He would
have gone forward to hand the watch
a glass-telescope, that is-but a roll
ing cargo requires steadiness at the
wheel.
Hard sherry your helm yelled
Birmy. finally. Hard port your
heln1-hard starboard your lar-hard-'
''What?" cried Captain Kline, giving
the engineer three bells.
'T don't know what" yells back
Birny, 'but do something to stop the
ship; there's a pair of blue pajamAs
signalling on the starboard bow
How many pajamas?" sings back
Kline.
1.-TWO" chimes in Birmy's baritone
as First Lieutenant c. f. Schad. OF
Pensacola, gets a grip on himself and
whispers to Quartermaster Herbert
D'Alemberte. there's lot of excite
ment aboard.
BY the time everyone understood
what was going on the FroHc had
turned to starboard-either left or
right that is-and had run into a little
lagoon with a small island on one side
and McRee on the other.
Standing upon a reef, quite a dis
tance from the island arc Just \
far from the fort. stood two men. They
were WdISlOSep III Iles DElDt ana one
held firmly to him a gun. Near them.
capsized, floundered the Lizzie. mast
and sail submerged.
Been here 1ong?"- queried some Of
the crew, as they helped aboard one
of the pair.
about a week. he replied. with
teeth chattering.
HIM, when did you come out?'
asked a newspaper man IL the party.
Last Sunday morning. they said.
''Well this is only Sunday afternoon
said the newspaper man, taking out
his pad, "can you give us your names
Pm keeping tn clog"
I'm Dover. red Dover, known AZ
home by the name of James Dover"
said one, "and when I'm not out
around on a raef in the
hopes of finding some ducks I'm a
on the Montgomery
"And you?" asked the scribe, turn
ing to the one hanging on to the gun.
MY names McNamara,-Fred Nc
Namara," he answered. I'm shipmate
on the Montgomery"
"Come aboard" they said, helping
Dover over the side at the imminent
risk of upsetting.
mo thanks" 1 guess r. trail along
with the Lizzie if you want to help US
right her,
They did. and towed her TO the fort.
Continued on Page Seven.)