The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-05-08
THE HOME OF ROGERS CLOTHES'
 051 MAIN STREET

sight of salt water unbound The heave and the halt and the hurl
 and the crash of the comber wind
 bounded,
 Not they.
 One look at the rubber tiling in the passageway as they descend from the gangplank to their staferoom. even though it may not have the slightest odor. makes them pale. A glance at the pilots boat bobbing up and down off Sandy Hook waiting for it's mas ter. turns them. yellow about the. throat. A wain from the bakeshop sends them quickly to their reclining deck -chair. Then the horizon line be- zine to slide forward and aft along the rail. as the vessel rises and falls slowly to the Atlantic swell. They close their eyes and prepare for three days of misery.
 Mercy on us, ,Swhat feelingi
 As you clasp your aching head.
 Bye and bye before you've finished
 You will wish that you were dead. What of bromides and of chloral? Brandy Whiskey Ginger ale? All the vaunted cures for sickness Seem to be of no avail, Just be thankful when it's over And you reach the friendly shore; Then you'll say with Edgar Allen,
  So pr. Beaumont has apostrophized it.
 And the cure Bismuth and soda tincture of iodine, cIloral veronal | stay in bed, don't stay in bed. flannel bandages, chewing cloves to keep the stomach warm, whiskey and soda, blue glasses, pickles, grape fruit, olives smelling salts, ginger ale. sponge cake champagne-the list of alleged rem edies has no ending. Alas! They are for the most part but snares and delusions AS ONE WITH AUTHORITY The writer is one of those unfortu- mates who are fated to. uphold the an cient tradition of the sea. He has crossed the Atlantic twenty-six times in storm and in calm, and has been previously i'll every time. He has 1 traversed the En gTfsh Channel often, and never found it wanting He has been laid low by the cross chop off 1 Hatteras and he has ished for cod off Bar Harbor Light till his soul died within him. Tn the Blue Grottos at Capri he has preserved his dignity when all else was lost: he has voyaged down the Borneo coast in company with ten polo ponies and an aIbino monkey and he has lain writhing oI l the deck of an Atlantic liner, while sixteen American girls going to a 1 school in Florence walked round and round. two by two, and snickered at l him as they passed,
 So you will believe that he speaks from his heart when he says-there is i no cure.
 But some measures may be taken I that will make your misery, if you are a bad sailor, shallow and as short lived as may be. Don't go on a tear the night before you sail. Pick the lar gest boat possible. but one that has 1 little vibration Get your cabin fairly we'll amidshfps, and a Sabbatah Days journey from the galley. Apply for a deck chair early, and have it put amid ships.
 Avoid the habit of lying in your 1 chair and watching to see how far l forward the horizon line is going to run along the rail on the next pitch Keep out on deck as much as possible If you get to feel poignantly miserable, and conclude that you would feel bet 4ter if you could only have it over with usually a wise conc1usion-get up F suddenly and poke your head into the smoking room, or take look over the rail, or walk way out on the stern Any one of these is an excellent pre- cipitant.
 Take some regular exA~asaa euax.s