The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1918-02-26
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but the only man who could give him permission to
use that, if there 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 starlit night, and the
sea was calmly glttering its diamonds from horizon
to horizon; an ideal night for submarines, had any
CHANGED to path; and we had just entered
the so-called danger zone.
Out on the darkened deck where no smokers smok-
ed and no CLEAN crack Of light was allowed to be
visible from within, went Lieut. Bill and considered
Up there in the dmness the bridge with the head
of the skipper motonlessly sihouetted 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 some weird fantasy and
all motionless in their cat-like watchfulness
Captain Has No Sympathy for Props, So He
Goes in Search Of First Officer
Equally motonless stood Lieut.. Bill at the bottom
of the narrow cOmpaniOnway until at last duty drove
him on! Slowly he climbed the steps. On sudden,
like the crack of gun, there came from out of the
cool atmosphere up above the irascibe voice of the
perve-strained skipper.
"Who in blazes is that?''
Lieut.. William So-and-So," returned Props
deferentially standing still in his tracks.
Lieutenant whatn' rasped the skipper
Zone of the passengers, sir.''
What in blazes do you wanta''
4 "Well, captain explained Lieut. Bill, drawing al
long breath as he braced himself for the effort
1--WE re getting up little entertainment and if you
could let us have some blue bunting
"Get to blazes down from therev' yelled the skip
per, in justifiabe rage.
Yes, sir,'' meekly returned Lieut. William So
and-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 cap
fain's busy?"
The first officer, sir.''
"Where is the first officer?''
I'm 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. He
Knocked.
"Who in blazes is thereg" came voice like the
Lieut.. William So-and-So; "a passenger, SIR"
"What in blazes do you want7"
Well, sir" said Lieut.. Bill, clearing his throat
'were getting up little entertainment and if you
could let us have some blue bunting
sGet to blazes away from that door!' yelled the
first officer frantic for every second of his
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,
beautiful blue sky that morning, with lust a few
peartinted clouds moving lazily along the horizon
and the waves were rolling and tmbling in a thou
sand hes of jade and emerald and delicate white lace
frnged their cress; but Lieut. 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. elbow are
the costumes coming on?"
Lieutenant Bill drew himself slowly back from far
far away, and sighed, and smoothed his off ear.
hof h4rn > La q lIeIl
Or ear, and knotted his brows. IT don't know where
l'll get them, but they be there.'
OF such is pet passion. When the II beautiful
wavelets pranced the scene led by world famous
entymologist and six-foot-two Englishman with a.
nonoc1e, they wore bright blue filets around their
loads declxed with blue houus and