The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1917-09-06

The author of this series of four drtt-
Giles Is q young american, s0ho has spent
most of his time since the WGr started
10Th the British patrol fleet, taking an
inspOrtont part in helping to organize
that branch of the service kno1on as
the Sea Slu0s (submarime chasers).
He has accumulated a remarkable
collection of anecdotes incident to this
eucittng branch OF the service, and
many OF these p0ere personal GdVen-
lures IN 1ohich he took part and 1chich
mako n Of the sttrrtng ~osvattves 70
com out Of the scar. He recently re-
turned TO the United States to assist
the American Macy in organizing the
same branch of the service and should
be OF great VaMe because of his expert
enc abroad. So far as knoUn he Is the
only American Who served eOith the
British patrol prior to the dduemt of
our destroyer dotilla IN British qoaters.
OF course some of his experiences, OF
military value to the enemy, cannot be
related. At the request of the service
publication of his name is aOithheld.
WE were all sitting around tables
w in THE Knut' at Keppler's
Head, drinking pink gin and
it." it, being Angostura bitters. We
were q crowd of "sea slugs," as those
who man the q boat chasers are com.
monty and knowingly called by the rest
Of the service.
tTNhou aon 70 IL m fho, p,o~k ~ - ho,,A
the science of submarine busting" said
n of the boys, "but there's just one
thing that gets submarines-luck. All
the schemes the wise heads devise can't
come up to n little piece Of good for
tune"
"R1ghto," said a subaltern who had
just whispered something into the ear
of San, the girl who L drinks at
THE Knut." "You take Max Horton,
now, the man who torpedoed the
| Moltke.
1.-The whole thing is mostly luck. It's
luck when we pot a sub, and it's luck
when a sub pots anything. I had this
yarn straight from Max himself.
He was submerged in one of our
ouOo, OA ~ OO0l, SOu1C "ucIc uuuOC Luc
ocean, and the plumbing went out of
commission. 1t isn't very pleasant in
a submarine anyway. The smells and
the stale air when you are running
submerged are enough to make many a
man sick who never turned a hair at
the toughest sea while he was af1oat.
"Well, as l was saying, the plumb:
inn wnnt n,1t NJ 1rn~osoc{1 3,ok ~
Horton was dressing and had washed
up. he hadn't put his trousers on as
yet. He ordered the craft to the sur
face SO one Of the mechanics could
make repairs to the plumbing and
meanwhile went on dressing.
Surprised at Seeing Moltke.
HE was standing on one foot while
sticking the other through a trousers
Ivleg just as the ~periscope of the subma-
rine stuck out above the surface.
Suddenly a seaman broke into his
cabin and yelled, There's a German
warship on our starboard quarter, sir!'
Max kicked himself free of his
trousers quicker than you could wink,
and in a matter Of seconds he was
bent over one Of the forward torpedo
tubes sighting on the vessel ahead of
him. The silhouette book showed she
was the battle cruiser Moltke.
"Whiz-z-z! sang the torpedo. Bang!
went the Moltke. Max submerged
again and finished putting on his trou-
sers. Rather clever, don't you think
standing there with his shirt tails dan
Cling and potting a German battle
.shipY"
That's a good deal like began one
Of the other boys, but before he could
finish the sentence a messenger came
in and spoke to the BRASS Hat" who
was among us, which is to say he
spoke to the senior officer.
Come on, old chappies," said that
Individual. 1--WE can't wait for the
last drink San is bringing. A little
job is on our hands,"
As we ran down the wharf the men
in the chasers started the motors, and
BY the time we had. tunlbled pellmell
into the boats heywere ready to get
away.
Speeding through the solent, stn t.
porant OF our errand except for the