White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1920-01-18


WhSh the trophy ship" Santa Rosa
made fast to her pier at Hoboken, the
fits member of the crew to start down
the gangplank was Dinny, who was
a kid when he left the Great Lakes
naval training station to go to sea.
The soldier guard at the bottom of the
gangplank held up a forbidding hand
Dinny, being a sailor, disdained the
landlubber's command, writes George
c. Briggs in the Chicago News. The
immediate result was an encounter
about the middle of the inclined way,
and the soldier retired precipitately
to the pier while Bosn's Mate Claude
Smith and others of the Santa Rosa
crew dragged the obstreperous Dinny
back on %shipboard, p~lacating him with
promises that he should have a large
meal of pencil shavings.
This incident led to a discovery of
twofold interest. For one thing 1t dis
closed that Dinny will do almost any
thing-waiye his shore leave; wave
his short tail-anything for a mouth.
full of pencil ~shavings. Lieut.. Com.
mander Horace L. Hall, executive of.
ficer of the Santa Rosa, confessed that
1t has kept him busy grinding up pen.
ellis in the pencil sharpener so that
sawdust might be supplied to appease
Dinny's inordinate appetite.
It's Army Versus Navy.
The other thing of interest Is that
an extensive controversy has arisen
between Uncle Sans army on the one
hand and the navy on the other, as to
whether Dinny shall be allowed to land
on the shores of his native country or
whether, like the man without a coun
try, he must remain forever an ex
patriate and sail the briny sea till il
gets his goat.
"Nope; he dasn't come ashore" was
the translated mandate of port of EN-
barkation officials, communicated by
an orderly TO Lieutenant Commander
Hall when sailors of the Santa Rosa
took up the argument in Dinny's be-
half with soldiers at the bottom of the
gangplank-where the jurisdiction OF
the navy ends and dominion by the
land forces begins.
1t was the tenth time permission fol
Dinny to land had been refused by the
army.
"Im sorry about Dinny," said the ex
ecutive officer. "He Is the best mar
iner on the ship. He has made ten
round trips to France-eyery n since
the ship went into commission as q
transport last March. And he new
gets seasick, although he eats matches
cigarettes and all the pencil sharpen
ings we can supply. He Is a native
born American and still the army
won't let him land. The situation Ii
getting serious now, for this is o
last trip. The ship is to be turned
over to the shipping board and some
thing will have to be done about
Dinny."
Suspicion Falls on Dinny.
At this juncture of the conversation
an officer Of the port appeared at thu
door of the ex-office.
I'm instructed to locate 1900 blu'
denim suits which were delivered Il
this ship and have them put ashore
at once" he told Lieutenant Comman
der Hall.
Haven't seen them, captain. Dom
know where they are" said the execu
tive officer. Maybe Dinny-no.
don't think he'd go that far, though
he'll eat anything"
zone thousand nine hundred blu'
jumpers are charged to the Ship" thu
army captain was repeating. when h
was interrupted by a clatter of hoofi
and a weird apparition appeared in thu
doorway behind him. There was a goa
with a pair of boxing gloves strappe,
over his horns.
"Dinny, have you been eating an.
blue denim suitsT' the lieutenant com
mander demanded gravely.
"Aah-aa !" was all Dinny said, blu
he was looking wistfully, eloquent.
at the pencil sharpener above the desl
of the lieutenant commander.
Just then the bosn's mate race
along the gangway and tried to pull
the intruding animal out of the door
"He's been boxing again, sir-stand
ing on his hind legs like he does an
butting with the gloves on. And, sill
1 We located the blue denim suits, sill
They're packed between the capture
cannon and tanks in the hold to kee
that artillery from rolling around
Come along, Dinny."
"Aa-ah," said Dinny.