Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1925-07-31
The Voice Of the Sea Called
And Needing, He F0rSoOk All

NEW YORK, July 31.-Calling
--Calling-Calling.
Old salts say that the call Of the
sea to the sailor is never stilled. H.
who has once felt the sting of salt
spray whipped into his face by the
gales of the seven seas; who has
been lulled to sleep by the bowling
voice of the hurricane will sooner
or later answer the call.
Down in Broad Street Hospital,
New York City, sits a vacant-eynd
man Of 55 who gazes out across the
dingy walls and towering spires OF
Manhattan. Though the hospital
faces the broad reaches of the bay,
and from it's seward windows may
be seen the shipping of a worlds
greatest port, the man is, denied
such a view. An inside room cut
off from all association or sugges-
ton of the sea, is his portion.
For the man is John N. Naubert,
one-time sailor of the sea path, lat
err wealthy real estate dealer Of
Flint, Mich, and now needing the
call of the sea and once more John
n. Neubert, seaman. And Respect
acled doctors are endeavoring 10
wean Neubert's mind back from the
days of his youth, to restore the
memory that amnesia has robbed
him of.
They keep from him all sights
and sounds that might remind him
of the sea. Friends of his life
ashore visit him and endeavOr to
recall to the clouded mind the in
valid wife that awaits him in Flint
the beloved adopted daughter
his Mary.
Neubert struck inland just 27
years ago. Landing at Flint, he be-
came steward in a deaf and dumb
institution. Saving his money, he
finally entered the real estate bust
ness. He became president of n
large real estate company in Flint.
He rose high in the Masonic order,
joined the Kiwanis Club, and in gen
eral forgot the sea.
Then on July 4, he walked out of
a hospital in Ann Arbor, Mich. for
his home. He had been treated for
slight paralytid stroke, aftermath
of an attack of yellow fever in India
back in his sea-faring days. AS no
walked out, something snapped in
his mind-and John N. Neubert be
came the sailor again.
He had $400 in his pockets. What
happened then and where he went,
he probably will never know. It was
on July that he walked into the
Seaman's Christian Association IN
New York. There he registered as
John Neubert, and on asking for
quarters was assigned them in the
association annex. Neubert, curious
ly, was repeating the very things he
used to do 27 years ago.
Just as in his youth, he hung
around the seamen's institute. Pre-
sumably he did then as he used to
do-strolled about, inspecting the
show windows, maybe taking in q
show, watching ships and swapping
yarns with waterfront sailors.
The next morning he came in and
asked the clerk at the institute,
"Who am II" The clerk, knowing
sailors, remarked briefly, GO to
bed" The man thought he was IN
toxicated.
Up to July 16, Neubert stayed at
the institute. That day early in the
morning, a policeman in the harbor
section noticed a mans peculiar ac-
tions. He spoke to him, and, struck
by his strange dazed condition, took
him to the station. That was the
beginning of the return of Neubert,
sailor, to Neubert, business man,
From the station he was taken TO
the Broad Street Hospital, where he
is getting his "land legs" again.
Friends are to take him back 20
Flint where it is hoped that his mind
will be completely restored by the
sight of familiar surroundings-by
the attention of loved ones.
But the sea will be ever calling.