Connecticut western news., 1917-11-22
Disappointed Through Failure to
 See U Boats,

However, these optimiSts were doom ed to disappointment, for our ship did notssee German porpoise" the whole voyage, nor did we hear gun fired.
 Since returning to the United States Hhave heard of the attack on some of the ships of the transport fleet, but it Uas not on the part of 1t we were with. It would have been impossible for us Go have been attacked and not to have tnown of 1t. AS I say, lots of the boys were disappointed because they could Not write home to the folks about the narrow escape from the subs. and the dough boys, are great letter writers. Perhaps some of them did, anyway, so as to let those at home know they weren't missing anything.
 By this time I felt almost like a sol dier and had learned to smoke ''tailor made" cigarettes, although had tried 1t only once before this trip as an ex- pertinent when I was at school and had abandoned 1t after a couple of puffs. In the privacy of my bunk devoted a whole lot of time to trying to roll them with as much carelessness and real economy of tobacco as are shown by the fU. S. soldier. I had acquired the s"makin's'' and spent hours at the task ...
 About the third or fourth day out l felt was pretty proficient and got out my brown papers and tobacco on deck and. went to 1t. Near me was a sailor off one of our biggest battleships who was in the gun crew assigned to defend the transport from attack He was off duty, and I saw him watching me closely as I rolled the pill Finally he sidled up.
 Say" he asked. you're Jane, ain't you3" .....
 What are you doin'-kiddin' mel" I asked him.
 II guess you're kiddin' me-" he an- swered. q begged you by the way you wrap up one of those pills. No re- eruit is so raw he can't roll one better than that. They wouldn't let him in the army if he couldn't. But what you're doing on this joy ride Is none of my business, sis, Don't be. afraid I'll tip you off. I'm in the navy, and what the army does ain't my affair so long as we get you over there all O. K."
 I didn't admit I was a girl, but he knew He was a nice boy, who had come from Iowa originally, and I got real we'll acquainted with him later. He was one of the few people on the transport on the way back, a sad and lonesome trip for me, and we became quite chummy I saw him only the ofh xoiohf hora in HnhnlYnn
 Well" he remarked, tits hard luck they got you. The other two girls aboard could roll them better than you and slipped through all right
 "More power to them if they did" I answered. T hope they made it''
 Of course there were no more girls on board. He was trying to kid me and get my goat.
 Life on Shipboard.
 was pretty happy and contented for the next couple of days, and guess I Became too sure of myself. Most of the boys were getting over their sea- sickness by this time, and the inev- liable crap game that follows the army was in progress. You could hear the men calling for "Lttle Joe" and "Jim- my Hicks" after they got out the "hot and colds," and they made plenty of noise.
 The officers were not very strict aboard ship and let the crap game run with all the noise necessary to the sue eessfu1 playing of this national pas time. One of the boys had been in par ,.Jx ord I,1o nd ho6 nr1lu thin dime left to put up for future margin when he copped big pot. Just then the submarine alarm sounded. We knew we were near the danger zone.
 Hurry upY' shouted one of the play CTS as we all broke away from our places.
 The winner calmly collected the pot.
 'aThey may shoot me, and will tell the world so," he announced, "before Twill leave this sugar for blooming Dutchman to put a torpedo into. That would be just my luck. If 1t ever rains soup. I will be caught with fork"
 It twas another drill alarm, so the ealamitist returned to the game only to be taken for his roll.
 'It would have been better for me if we had been torpedoed," he said after he had beer cleaned
 And don't think the doughboy is a piker. Many time I've seen $1,OO0 in a single pot
 Besides craps. the men sang and played Black Jack, favorite, card game of campaigners and one in which they win and lose big. It wasn't long before few of them had all the mon- -1S. Tho vnnnDstars wrote letters Yr.s