Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-09-10

unlike that of any other bell in the
world.
Most of Templeton Jones acquaint-
ances with bell y rvs was secured from
the upper 'ccn u steamers. These. ano
the occasional lighthouses sitting sc
snugly in the water were always IA
vorites Of his
Up in the lee of the cabin Che was
not sure it was the lee, but anyway il
| the strong WinD he spent much time
looking over the water for buoys.
There were other sorts, but none
equaled in interest the pitching, sound
ing bell buoy, with its superstructure
as he recalls, triangular in shape with
+ the big bell neatly encased below, the
whole rising and falling with the waves
sending forth the Strident tones muffled
by distance and water
X X
The variety of ships one passed, each
one knowing where it was going and
why, although the watcher could know
nothing about them at all except that
they were on their way, intrigued with
vast interest.
Yes, these men were sailors, too, and
many Of them were putting out to sea.
Even when they remained III the bay
they still were Seafaring men. Their
bron2ed skins, their easy, carefree at
| tltude sank deep into ones conscious
ness when the steamer on which one
was such a luxurious passenger came
near enough to permit one to lean over
and look down onto the decks Of the
smaller craft.
Occasionally womap's head could
be seen peering out an ~bSurdly tiny
cabin, or maybe a child, or dog. would
start up from the hold; never did one
see cat on deck
The sailing vessels, mostly one and
two masters, glided by and away with
that peculiar motion unlike anything
else on earth. Part Of the fascination
of the seafaring life is due to that
Watery glide Even a wide boat making
but few miles an hour gives one a
great sense Of getting along And when
| the craft Is neat and Shipshape. and
the sails white and the mast new, and
the water clear. and the breeze strong,
and the sun shining hot, it is a joy
TO be out on the bay, sailing along in
the ancient manner.
Hold onto your hat if you don't want
it to be blown off Better, take your
hat off, and let the fresh wind blow
your hair around as it will These fell
lows with patent leather locks, slicked
down so neat, will be in their element,
10 doubt.
1t is pleasant to sit here, with moth
ing to do. except watch the panorama
Of the bay, with its green, oily water,
It's ships. its shore line. its bits of
paper Cfloated all the way from Balti-
more). its plangent buoys
Do not go down TO the lower deck or
you will run into the eXCursiOnistS
They are a great lot They are out
for fun and they are having it, There
is Mrs. Applebaum and Ellie and Elsie
Applebaum.
Fife has mandolin, and Elsie has
ukulele Cor is it an ukulele?D, and
they are singing It's the Girl, It's the
Girl" with annoying reiteration. Be-
fore the ship had got past the steel
works everybody on board knew that it
wasn't the moonlight, and it wasn't
the curl, but it was the girl, sure
enough.
And now Mrs. Applebaum Is fixing
to bring out the lunch This consists
mainly of fried chicken, each piece
The disposal Of the chicken is easy
enough, but what to do with the pa
pers?
Effie discovers that by letting go of
the papers they will be caught BY the
brisk wind and carried hither and yon
along the deck. One smashes, greasy
side down, fairly on the bald head of
that old fellow over there.
Ha Ha Ha Did you see him try
to wipe it off He can't Go it, it is
butter, it is butter-Haw! Haw That
one slapped that old gal on the ear.
Har! Har! Har!