Phoenix tribune., 1922-07-15
The Green Pea Pirates

IN style. This syndicate amt a-goin'
to come rampin' home to Gawd's coun-
try lookin' like lot o. Eyetalian ped
dlers. We're goin' to the best hotel
an we're goin' in style"
With the assistance of the wharfin-
ger an automobile was summoned, and
in due course the members Oi The syn
dicate found themselves ensconced in
fashionable suite in San Francisco's
most fashionable hotel Mr.. Gihney
stored the syndicate's pearls in the ho-
tel safe, deposited an emergency roll
with the hotel clerk, and banked the
balance of the company funds in the
names of all four; after which the syn
dicate gave itself up to a period of
Joy unconfned.
At the end of week of riot and
revelry Mr.. Gibney revived sufficiently
to muster all hands and lead them to
Turkish bath. Two days in the bath
restored them wonderfully. and when
the worthy commodore eventually got
them back to the hotel he announced
that henceforth the lid was on-and
on fight. Captain Scraggs. who was
hard to manage in his cups and the
most prodgal of prodigals with steam
up to certain pressure, demurred at
this.
mo more sky-larkin', Scraggsy, YOU
old cut-up," Mr.. Gibney ordered. I've
had our good time comm after all
that we've been through, but it's time
to get down to business agin. Riches
has wings, Scraggsy, old salamander.
an even if we are ashore I'm still the
commodore. Now, set around an wen
hold a meetin'."
He banged the chiffonier with his
great fist "Meetin' o. the Maggie syn
dicate," he announced. 'Meetin1l
come to order. The first business be
fore the meetin' is a call for voun-
teers to furnish money-makin idee
for the syndicate"
Neils Halvorsen shook his sOrrel
head. He had no ideas. B. McGuffey,
Esquire, shook his head also. Captain
Scraggs wanted to sing.
81 see it's up to me to suggest some
thin Mr. Gibney smiled benignly, as
If a money-making idea was the easiest
thing on earth to produce. '..The last
thing | remember before we went to
that Turkish bath was us four visitin'
fortune teller an havin' our fortunes
told, past, present an future, for a
dollar a throw. Anybody here remem-
ber what his fortune was?"
If appeared that no one remembered,
not even Mr.. Gibney. He therefore
continued:
"The chair will app'int Mr. McGuf-
fey an himself a committee o. two
to wait on one o. these here clairvoy-
ants and have their fortunes told
agin."
McGuffey, who was as superstitious
as a negro, seconded the motion heart
lily and the committee forthwith sal
lied forth to consult the clairvoyant.
Within the hour they returned.
Members O. the syndicate" the COM
mOdore announced, eve got an idea.
Not a heluva good one, but fair to
middlin'. Me an Mac calls on this
Madame de What-you-may-c an
the minute she gets lamp at my nit
(t is worthy of remark here that Mr..
Gibney had starfish tattooed on the
back of his left hand, full-rigged ship
across his breast, and gorgeous pie
ture of a lady climbing a ladder
adorned the inner side of his brawny
right forearm. The feet of the lady
in question hung down below the fringe
of Mr.. Gibney's short sleeve) she got
up an says: My friend, you're max
in grave mistake remainin ashore.
Your fortune lies at sea- Then she
threw a fit an mumbled something
about a light-haired man that was
goin' to cross my path. guess she
must have meant Scraggsy or Neils,
both bein' blondes-an' she come out
of her trance shiverin' an shakin
"Your fortune lies at sea, my
friend she kept on sayin'. Go forth
an seek it.
"'Gimme the longitude an latitude,
maam' says, am I'll go out
"'Look in the shippin' news in the