The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1918-02-26
And We'll Make
Good Her Trust,
Asserts Chester
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but the only man who could give him permission to1
use that, if there were any, was the skipper.
"Where is the skipper?" asked Lieut. Bill
"Huh!' The puIser laughed and shrugged his
shoulders. ''The captain is on the bridge"
1t beautifully clear and starlt night, and the
sea was calmly gittering its diamonds from horizon
to horizons an ideal night for submarines had any
Glanced to cross our path; and had just entered
the so-called danger zone.
Out on the darkened deck, where no smokers smok-
ed and CLEAN crack of light was allowed to be
visible from Within went Lieut. Bill and considered
Up there in the dmness was the bridge with the head
of the skipper motionlessly shouetted against the
midnight sky. To port and starboard amidships and
fore and aft the gun crews, in their queer night
uniforms like COLLINS out of weird fantasy, and
all motionless in their cat-like watchfuness
Captain Has No Sympathy for Props, So He
Goes in Search Of First Officer
Equally motionless stood Lieut.. Bill at the bottom
Of the companionway, until at last duty drove
him on! Slowly he climbed the steps, On a sudden,
like the crack of gun, there came from out of the
cool atmosphere up above the rascibe voice OF the
perve-strained skipper.
"Who in blazes is that9"
"Lieut William So-and-So," returned Props
deferentially, standing still in his tracks.
Lieutenant what!'' rasped the skipper.
Zone Of the passengers, sir"
N "What in blazes do you want2''
swell, captain" explained Lieut. Bill, drawing al
long breath as he braced himself for the effort,
sswere getting up little entertainment, and if you'll
could let us have some blue bunting"
"Get to blazes down from there!' yelled the skip
per, in justifiabe rage.
7ss'Yes, sir,' meekly returned Lieut.. William So
andSo, and going aft, leaned against the rail for
long, long minutes. e
El The deck steward came past by and by taking in
rugs and closing up for the night.
"Say, steward, who's next in charge when the cap
fain's busy?'
The first officer, sir"
"Where is the first officer?''
In his room, SIR replied the deck steward and
hurried away.
good observer with an excellent memory, was
Lieut. Bill. He recalled having seen the words first
officer" over door somewhere, and he went prowl-
ing about the boat until he found that door, HeI
knocked.
81 "Who in blazes is thereg" came voice like the
crack of gun.
"Lieut. William So-and-so; IA passenger SIR"
What in bazes do you want2"
SWELL sir,'' said Lieut.. Bill clearing his throat
Hwere getting up little entertainment, and if you
could let us have some blue bunting
sect to blazes away from that door!' yelled the
first officer frantic for every second of his fourhour
sleep.
But When Show Is Produced, There
Were the Requisitioned Wavelets
In the bright and cheerful morning, we found Lieut.
Bill leaning against the aft rail with his chin in BOTH
hands,
A beautiful blue sky that morning, with just few
peartlnted clouds moving lazlly along the horizon,
and the waves were rolling and tumbling in thou
sand hes of jade and emerald and delicate white lace
frnged their erests but Lieut. Bill saw none of these
things, felt the tang of the crisp cool air as it
blew against his cheeks. He was far, far away.
Good morning, Props, we hailed him. 'sHow are
the costumes coming ONT"
Lieutenant Bill drew himself slowly back from far,
Far away, and sighed, and smoothed his off ear.
They'll be there" he said He smoothed the 9th
o. ear, and knotted his brows. 1T don't know where
I'll get them, but they'll be there
OF such is our pet passion. When the IA beautiful
Mavelets pranced the scene led by world-fam
entymologist and a six-foot-two Englshman with al
morocle they wore bright blue filets around their