The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1918-12-12

themselves amid the glad hurrah Of
cheers ana footing whistles and oom-
pahing bands. found themselves COM
ing out Justify In the words OF tie
immortal anthem:
Hall hall! The gangs an heref
What the hell do We care?
/ What the hell do we carer
Hail. haili The gangs all herei
What the HE'LL do We care NOWi
Tho former Red Star liner Kroon-
land. now an American transport, with
] Pas officers and men aboard, led the
way toward her Hoboken pier amid an
upToar OF bells and whistles that
caused many an early breakfasting
Manhattanite living near the water
front to let his cereal grow cold as he
pressed his nose against the western
windows of the little old fiat.
Scarcely had the welcoming noises
which had greeted the Kroonland died
down when the siren tooters along the
river and bay edges let loose again as
tho Calamares, once a United Fruiter.
floated northward past the Statue OF
Liberty with II officers and 1,473 men
aboard. the Calamares also being
headed toward Hoboken.
Ascanius Brings I,z7z.
Everybody went back to breakfast
or hurried toward the subway then,
thinking that the excitement was over
for the time being. But Immediately
the sirens. especially in the Brooklyn
neighborhood, began to groan once
more as the Ascanius. carrying forty
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out of the mists Of the Narrows and
the Bush Terminal In Brooklyn.
And then. with midday scarcely get
ting its stride. into the upper bay swept
tho Tenadores. also an Ox-ITnited Fruit
I boat with $50 sick and wounded
enlisted men and 149 civilians aboard
Finally. when the hoarse whistles
OF the saluting boats and river
front factories were about willing
to call It a day. through the rain
of mid-afternoon came tho queenly
White Star liner Adriatic, her lovely
lines somewhat askew inasmuch as
the Adriatio was listing sadly to star
board as she came up the river toward
the Chelsea piers, owing to the fact
that every man OF the 2,2SS officers
and men and the 346 civilians aboard
was trying to climb out on the over
hang nearest the Manhattan shore.
The Tenadores should have been the
saddest ship because 1t was she who
bore the sick and wounded back to the
mothe-land. And by the same token
the A1riatic should have been gladdest
because her immense passenger list
was made up almost altogether of men
who either never had got nearer the
firing line than an English or French
training camp for American soldiers
or. II they had been in the fighting
had either been unscratched or had
recovered from their wounds so long
ago that the mishaps OF the great ad-
venture had been forgotten months
ago.
Ready 20 Face Chicago.
Not that all the arrivals on the
Adriatic hadn't been in the fog Of
fighting. There was old Cap Patterson
of Chicago, for instance, forming a
part OF the carpet of olive drab that
looked gladly over the Adriatics rails
as the black ship-the lines OF the old
camoufiage craziness showing. at
close view. beneath her new coat Of
black-was eased into her berth by q
lot of pompous little tugs,
Old Cap Patterson when back IN his
home town Of Chicago is known to the
home folks as Joseph Mednl Patter-
son, one OF the editors and publisher
fof the Chicago Tribune and instigator
and writer OF THE Fourth Estate"
and other theatrical successes OF
Broadway and all points West Fifteen
months ago Cap Patterson went TO
France with his regiment, the 149th
Field Artillery, and while the family
was blaming him for not writing home
he was messing around the Cham
payne, st. Mihiel and the Argonne.
The Huns gassed him twice and
mussed him up badly on another oc-
CASTOR, but yesterday he came back so
At that he should be able to face the
terrors Of living in Chicago again
without a bit of worry.
And what happened to you abroad,
Mr.. Vanderbilt" the reporter asked
Lieut.. Harold Vanderbilt as the young
naval Lieutenant leaned over a rail OF
the Adriatic Just after the gangplank
had connected the steamship with the
| pier.
well. nothing much" modestly re-
piled Lieut.. Vanderbilt. For the past
six months I've been on a submarine
chaser on the other side; that's ALL"
Are you home for good now?"
"I hope So" laughed the blue and
gold clad Mr.. vanderbilt-and pleas
antly refused further to discuss the
incidents of chasing U-boats through
dark nights I'm the war zone.
| As for the clear eyed. red checked
six foot high and very boyish young