The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-08-03
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 H NEW + l YORK.
By PAUL HARRISON

 New York-It's a pretty gay dotage that the five-masted barken- tine Buccaneer has embarked up- on. The ship is a showboat now: the only one fin these waters, ana she's full to the scuppers with pulchritude, her staunch decks echoing with the precision Of the chorus.
 Tunes have changed. It was not | long ago that songs like this drift ed through her shrouds and spars: "Oh, the anchor is weighted and the sails they are set.
 Away, Riol"
 .'The mails that we're leaving x we'll never forget. "And away, Rio-aye. Rio!" Now, though, the maids are right on board, a siren crew. The chanties they sing are those Of Broadway. !. and muted trumpet and mellow sax now "blow the main down."
 A ShOwboat's Evolution.
 The Buccaneer has seen excite- ment in her time. For a long while she carried heavy cargoes of cypress from Gulf ports, and brayed the squalls and drudgery | until a beer-running syndicate down around Philadelphia acquir- ed her services. After that, pass | ing through devious ownerships. | the Buccaneer one day sailed into the Hudson River, which she seems destined never to leave.
 The lines of her and her com fortable size, together with the aura glamor that hovers over every real sailing ship these days. soon caught the interest of d group of wealthy sportsmen. Among them were William H. Vanderbilt, George Palmer Putnam and John McEntee Bowman. They organiz- ed The Buccaneers club, bought the ship, and gave her red trim with white skull and cross-bones. Some four hundred other NeT Workers paid fee of $500 to join, and had lunch abroad the crafs a few times while they planned tC 'initiate, foster, and participate ir. a renaissance of the arts of tho building and sailing of square rigged ships
 l But the Buccaneers never put out to sea. Instead, the enterprise went bankrupts and the barken- tine just la ythere as her moorings, riding tht easy swells and wonder ing what next. Nothing happened, so she broke loose one night and started down the river, playing hob with ferry traffic and finally being captured by the Coast Guard. l A lot of offers came after that. The Sea Scouts wanted her for d. training ship and a liquor syndi- cate wanted to anchor her outside the twelve-mile limit as a gamb- ling cahino and night club. But nobody was abolt to pay the accu- mulated docking charges until the Hudson River Day Line took hold. together with Bobby Sanford, re- vue producers, and made her iAto a showboat.
 They lowed her up to Yonkers chopped out the three center mast3 and installed a good.sized ,thater. The Buccaneer will never said again.
 Water, Water Everywhere.
 A belated note on the Italian flyers: It seems that one of the highest officers, while drawing his bath, twisted off faucet ham dle while the hot water was rum ming full blast. then discovered he couldn't get the plug out. 1. :. j Knowing, he thought a little English, he leaped to the tele- phone and called the hotel man agement. ..
 "What was that. sir? Hotter? oh, to be sure-water! Yes, sir immediately. sir. !. Lots. of wa- ter? All right sir!". The off, cer dashed back and watched ap- prehensively as the tub overflow ed and .steaming stream started into his bedroom. About that time two bellboys arrivd. Each bor two pitchrs of ic-watr.