The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-11-28
FAREWELL LADIES!- SAYS
KIPLNG UNDER THE SEA

IfANkWEkk LAUlEo ISAIS
KIPLNG UNDER THE SEA
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down to you. thought he had you that
time.">
mo. ! wsrforty feet under when he
hove out the big 'un. What happened to
your"
my steering gear damned just after ]
went under. and I had to go round In
circles till got II Strengthened out But
wasn't he a mugv'
was he the brute with>the patch on
his port sideT' a sister boat demand
ed.
mo. This fellow had just been
Matched He was almost sitting on the
water, heaving bombs over"
And my blasted steering gear
chose then to go wrong" the other
captain mourned. 'T thought his last
egg was going to get me!"
Half an hour later I was formally
introduced to three or four quite
strange, quite immaculate officers,
freshly shaved and a little tired about
the eyes, whom I thought l had met
before.
Meantime lit was on the hour of
the evening drink one of the boats
was still unaccounted for. No one talk
ed of her. They rather discussed mo-
tor cars and admiralty constructors
butt felt rather like that queer
twilight hour at the front when the
homing aeroplanes drop in. Presently
stgnaller entered:
''V. - outside, sir. wants to know
which channel she shall use"
"oh. thank you. Tell her to take so
and So"
Took ON Some Ammunition.
Mine remember was yermoutn
and bitters. and later on V. AZ found
soft chair and Joined the commit
tee OF instruction.
Those next for duty. as well as those
in training, wanted to know what
was going on and who had shifted
what to where, and how certain ar
rangements had worked They were
told in language not to be found in
any printable book
Questions and answers were alike
Hebrew to one listener. but he gath
cred that every boat carried a sec
ond in commando strong persevering
youth who seemed responsible for
everything that went wrong from
motor cylinder to a torpedo. Then
somebody touched on the mercantile
marine and its habits.
expected to take any more risks than
they do. wouldn't II 1 was a skip
per I'd loose on at any blessed peri
scope I saw"
That's all very fine. You wait till
you've had a patriotic tramp trying
to strafe you at your own back door,
said another.
voice notable even in a service
per.
He was coming back. empty handed,
dirty. tired and best left alone. -
From the peace of the German side
he had entered our hectic home wa
tiers where the usual tramp shelled and
by miraculous luck crumpled his peri
scope.
Rose In Majesty.
Another man might have dived but
Boanerges kept on rising. Majestic
and wrathful he rose personally
through his main hatch and at two
thousand yards (have l said II was a
still dayO addressed the tramp. Even
at that distance she gathered IL was
a naval officer with a grievance. and
by the time he ran alongside she was
in a state of coma but managed TO
stammer:
We'll, sir, at least you'll admit that
our shooting was pretty good"
And that" said my informant.
nut the lid on Boanerges went
down lest he should be tempted to
murder, and the tramp affrms she
heard him rumbling beneath her like
an inverted thunderstorm for fifteen
minutes.
"AIl those tramps ought to be dis
armed, and we ought to have all their
guns" said a voice out of corner.
what? Still worrying over your
mug" some one replied.
"He was a mug" went on the man
of one idea IF I'd had a couple
twelves even I could have strafed him
proper. don't know whether 1 shall
mutiny, desert. or write TO the nrst
Sea Lord about it."
"Strafe all admiralty constructors to
begin with. could build better
boat with a four-inch lathe and sar-
dine tin than" the speaker named
her by letter and number.
THAT'S pure jealousy" her commander
explained to the company. Ever since
I installed-ahem!-my patent electric
wash-basin he's been intriguin TO get
her. Why? We know he doesn't WASH:
He'd only use the basin to keep beer in.
However often one meets it. as in this
war one meets II at every turn, one never
gets used to the Holy Spirit OF Man al
his job.
The common sweeper" growing over
his mug of tea that there was nothlns
in sweepin'' and these idly lollinS men.
new shaved and attired from the gates OF
death which had let them through Tor
the fiftieth time were all of the same
neutrality-suspicious. I should mag
inc, to the enemy. :,
And the stun held good throughout all
the world-from tho Dardaneiles to the
Baltic where only a little while ago an
other batch OF submarines had shpped
through and begun to be busy.
Like the Diary of a Weasel Gang.
I had spent the afternoon in looking
through reports of submarine work in the
Sea of Marmora They read Ike the
diary of energetic weazles in an over
crowded chicken-run. and the results Tor
each boat were tabulated something Ike
a sporting score.
one came across jewels OF price set IN
the fat official phraseology- For ex-
annie one man who was describing some
steps he was taking to remedy certain
defects, interjected casually:
AT this point I had to go under tor
a little as a man in a boat was trying
to catch my periscope with his hand.
NO reference before or after TO the
said man or his fate.
Again: Game across a chow with
Turkish skipper. He seemed so miser-
"a HE that l let him CO.