Madison County Democrat. (London, Ohio) 19??-1958, 1956-04-24
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good friends is as pleasant as
finding a wallet full of ten
dollar bills but with no name
inside. and, believe me, we
are as happy as if we had
both!
Many laughs on the way
over with our companions, the
Floyd Alexanders. No time at
all over the Pennsylvania and
New Jersey turnpikes and
soon we are snugly establish
ed at the Algonquin hotel
where the rest of our friends
begin to arrive. Mrs. A. Z.
Frost and Mrs. Hazel BleWett
of Hartford, Connecticut are
the first to arrive. Soon we
are joined by Mr.. and Mrs.
William Pickin, DR.. and Mrs.
Robert Dunlap and Mr.. and
Mrs. William Smith all of
East Liverpool. Ohio. Now we
know what Jackie Gleason
means by a good group'i
A word about our hotel
though. The Algonquin is an
old and trustworthy hostelry
once owned by the late Frank
Case who wrote a grand book
about it some years ago entit-
led Tales of a Wayward Inn"
Case knew almost everyone in
the theatre and writing pro-
fessions and Case tells many
an interesting tale concerning
the idioSyncrasies so prevalent
in this race of extroverts.
Grand reading try it some
time.
But then, three days doesn't
last forever and before you
can say "Hoboken Ferry" it's
almost time to catch our ship,
the Queen Mary at Pier 80.
Everyone rises early as the
MARY" sails at 1920 in the
morning and there is much to
be done in the way of packing,
eating, shopping and taxing.
Arriving at the Cunard pier
with the hundreds of others
bent on getting aboard is pure
bedlam! Terrific traffic jam
causes red-faced cops lot of
trouble but it all irons itself
out somehow and we are soon
getting our passports and pa
pers checked and go on board.
Such a ship! Over $4,000
tons of luxury and all for our
own benefit, it seems. To our
stateroom we go with the gang
to partake Of champagne and
open flowers and kilograms
from more friends who have
so kindly thought of us. Must
saw that we are somewhat nos
talgic as we read the good
words of those we are leaving
behind. A swig of wine helps
us swallow the Jumps in our
throats and in a little while
we are back on the ball.
Thank you Mother, Milly and
Murray, old DAVIS Owsley,
Dick and Mary c., Nell and
Vim, Paul and Marion Decker,
Jim and Ginny CORY, the Con-
verse Girls, the gang at the
Press Office, Ginny and Sandy
Speasmaker, M Maurice and
Wilma Pernod, Sam Robson
and Bob and Lois Johnson!
Once aboard, all is happy
confusion. Our whole gang
looks over the ship. Loud are
the praises from our group.
The lounges and rooms of the
MARY" are magnificent as is
the service. The entire lay
out is bigger than the court
house!
The Queen Mary" is we'll
known to many an American
CT since size carried many
thousands of our boys over
and back during the war. Bill
Pickin shows us his quarters
during his voyage to war.
The "Mary" has four eleva-
tors which eliminate all the
drudgery of climbing stairs.
The dining room is equipped
TO serve over a thousand peo-
pie at a time. Really, the
MARY" is indescribable - es-
pecially since she and her
sister ship, the Queen Eliza
BETH, are the largest liners
afloat.
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the ships whistle tells us that
il is time to depart and a few
tears are shed as we part COM
pany with these great friends
who have taken the time and
expended the effort to come a
long distance to see us off.
Perhaps there is no excite
ment like that of leaving New
York aboard a ship bound for
a distant place and we soak
up the atmosphere of the situ-
alton with gusto. goodbye,
Herald Square and hello Tip
perary!
Our friends wave from the
pier as the tugs take charge
to escort the ship to sea. We
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