The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1928-08-03

some ships.
Five hundred miles south of the
Cape of Good Hope there was an
ether young sailor cut down in his
prime-a prime choice for the ever
hungry sharks. Goods will again!)
We could have saved the sailor and
made the sharks go hungry but for
the stupid inscription; God speed the
good ship Glenlui God was true
to His word AGAIN. The ship was
really speeding, doing 16 knots and
an onion "pee-hauled" on ''hard-
tack" The young man was left to
die behind
Leave her, Johnny, leave her."
was not sung for no reason. "Glen-
Jul" carried 18 able bodied seamen
before the mast, and aloft, so neat
that hypocritical inscription was
the almighty master and his two
burly mates. Eighteen men ran
away-every mothers Jack, leaving
plenty of "jack" in the ever-greedy
hands of the almighty" Twelve
months jay at the rate of Sc per
month was more than enough to get
drunk on those days.
Forging Names.
The captain certainly had to
worry in forging the sailors sigma
ture the captions stops sold' ION
paper). Soon ali the stock at stops
was sold Ton paper), but it was
still in the cabin ready to be- sold
to the next unfortunate seaman.
There were some good forgers
among the masters "them DAVIS"
And if some did happen to be
clumsy with the pen, there was the
first mate to try his hand at forg-
ing, and the mate got his share of
the spoils, not so much, of course,
but enough to keep his mouth shut.
The lions share generally went to
the owners, they were SO poor and
religiousi
After holding out for eight
months, after prolonged hardships
and starvation in the land of plenty
the miners are back at work
again. Want and misery every
where. Seamen who deserted ships
are scouting the country for jobs.
No work had, not even for tobacco
and tucker" (food) as pay. Land
of plenty! Hungry, sick and tired.
the sailor finally lands back in port
again. Being broke he falls into
the hands of shipping master or
land shark who takes a months
pay in advance for getting him a
job on a hell-ship. Of course, the
master gets his share of the ad-
vance money.
"Westgate" was a fullrigged ship,
main sky-rail yarder, commanded
by sky plotting, bible punching
franciscan padre" Jack D. He
spoke to US like the father before
signing on.
Spider and Fly.
"You are decent looking chaps"
he said, grinning broadly and show
ing his yellow, big and ugly teeth.
you will like my ship" he says,
trying to smile. "They all like
her," he lies, knowing that his last
crew was still in Jail for meeting
together aboard ship.
We came aboard. Haul out to
Fare Thee Well" buoys. Set sail
for South America and hell breaks
loose once again. The once gentle,
priest-like man begins to act very
ungodly; he is yelling, swearing like
the devil, Main topsail halyards,
he roars at the top of his voice,
loud as a bull; "come here you
young ,, and give her a pull"
What change. One can hardly
believe his eyes. The Franciscan
parde has certainly changed. Ugly,
pot-bellied man, looking for all the
world like pig walking on its hind
legs. Upturned mouth and full
mooned face, on his bald head a
making cap like the one Mussolini
wears), but only of a red color. Be-
tween his tusks an ugly pipe, which
he is smoking continually, never
taking it out of his mouth.
He curses the weather, shakes his
fat fist at the heavens and shouts
to the man at the wheel, keep the
royals (sails) shaking, you son-of-
a.
'One For ALL"
At sea. Water, water, every
where; but not a drop to drink"