Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1918-02-19
turned Props de%ferentially, standing
still in his tracks.
Lieutenant what" rasped the skip

still in his tracks.
Lieutenant what" rasped the skip
per.
lone Of the passengers, sir"
What in blazes do you want?"
We'll, captain" explained Lieuten-
ant Bill, drawing a long breath as he
braced himself for the effort, we're
If o could let us have some blue
bunting"
Get to blazes down from there!'
yelled the skipper, i'll a justifiable
rage.
Yes, sir" meekly returned Lieuten-
ant William So-an-So, and, going aft.
leaned against the rail for long, long
minutes.
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 captains busy?"
"The first officer, sir"
J Where is the first officer?"
In his room, SIR" replied the deck
steward, and hurried away.
A good observer with an excellent
memory, was Lieutenant Bill. He re-
called having seen the words First
officer over a door somewhere, and
he went prowling about the boat un-
til he found that door. He knocked.
Who in blazes is there?" came a
voice like the crack of a gun.
Lieutenant William So-an-So; "a
a passenger, sir"
What in blazes do you want?"
We'll, sir" said Lieutenant Bill,
clearing his throat, "we're getting up
a little entertainment, and if you
could let us have some blue bunt-
ing"
Get to blazes away from that
6nnrNo Vo11a1 tho f.cf off;oo, f~o-<;1
for every con of his four-hour
sleep.
In the bright and cheerful morning,
we found Lieutenant Bill leaning
against the aft rail with his chin in
both hands. A beautiful blue sky that
morning, with just a few pearl-tinted
CLOUDS moving lazily along the hori-
zon, and the waves were rolling and
tumbling in a thousand hues of jade
inc emerald, and delicate white lace
frlnged their crests; but Lieutenant
Bill saw none Of these things, nor 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. How are the costumes COMING
! on?"
Lieutenant Bill drew himself slow
ly back from far, far away, and sigh
ed, and smoothed his off ear.
They'll be there" he said. He
smoothed the other ear, and knotted
his brows. II don't know where I'll
get them, but they'll be there"
VI such is our pet passion. When
the IA beautiful wavelets pranced on
the scene, led by a world-famous en-
tymologlst and a ~six-foot-two Eng
i'shman with a monocle, they wore
bright blue filets around their heads,
we've decked with blue bows and
streamers, 1uttered bright blue bill
IONS, ana were draped in shining
ocean, with the foam beneath. Nep-
tune wore a proper crown cut out of
llnen collars, and a proper trident
made of a broomstick, and proper
MINISTER'S combed from a naxen ropes
end, which, with the addition of a red
oathrobe and a life preserver, made
mn intensely realistic. The two beau
leanest and lankiest men on the boat
wore flowing f1aNen tresses of the
same material as Neptune's whiskers,
ana Solomon in, all his glory was mt
more magnificently arrayed than the
other principals. But the triumph of
achlevlng the impossible was in the
olue decorations of the wavelets, and
ant William So-an-So by the honest
hand, and. with moist-eyed gratitude.
complimented him ant asked him how
he'd done it. N"
Last minute stuff" he confessed
with a grin. Il stole the sheets off INV
bunk, and stood over the ships paint
er while he painted them blue. I cut
taerl into strips myself"
You see,.it had never crossed Lien
tenant Bills mind that we cou1dn,t
nave blue filets and things, it had on
~ become a part of his system that he
was to produce blue ilets and things.
ana ne made good. He'll do any place;
NOW we go to Leftenant Tom. Hes
an american, too, out he's in the ar
tiliery. branch of the British army
seen in service a year and a half. 81
strongly imbued with. the idea that
the world should be made safe for
CIVILIZATION that he couldn't wait for
america to get into the war, IRVINE
now for his transfer to the America
army, however; feels that that's
Wnere ne belongs. Leftenant Tom has
Deen wounded three times in action
He's just been mended again. and hv
the time this gets into print will have
exchanged his nice, soft feather-bed
at an expensive hotel in Paris for the