Judge — February 28, 1920 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Draven by Caawyuap Yours I should hafta know if ev Cook—Vefore 1 can accept you, Mum, a place to keep me Ford? I stepped on my tongue and bruised it. I feel that this is a mystery ship. When | approach any of the crew or any passenger he places his hand on his hip pocket and hurries away. Is mutiny afoot? June 36, 1919—A frightful storm has arisen and the Camel is being blown out of her course. All the masts ha been sheared off by the wind. The rudder leaking. June 57, 1910—The storm is dying now but the ship is a total wreck. ‘Today the captain had the crew saw the ship in two, hoping that one-half might prove sea worthy, but his countenance shows his disappointment. ‘either half is any more seaworthy than the whole was. The captain gave us our choice of taking to the bow half or the stern half. We chose the stern because this is indeed a stern business. June 63, 19190—Today, about eighteen bells, th stern began to settle at the bow and the captain gav the order to man the boats. They were lowered over the larboard watch and I climbed down the ladder. It was too short and I had to drop. It was the first drop Thad had since 1917. [ lit on my head and for an hour I was groggy. June 70, 1919—For sixteen days we have been in this small boat without food or water. I miss the food, but the ocean is not dusty in these latitudes so I have not felt the need of a bath and have not minded the lack of water. The coxswain of this boat was a Russian. He said he was a friend of Frank L. Stanton’s, and I asked him his name; he said it was Havva Drinkovisky. He was weak and did not struggle much. As we do not know the burial ritual of the Russian Church we did not make use of it. The captain took charge of the boat. June 83, 1919—I asked the captain today how long he thought it would be before we reached a place where we could get a couple of cocktails, but he made an evasive reply. I think he is afraid of me June 84, 1910—Today the captain made an an- nouncement that has filled us all with joy. We are ap »roaching land. Tonight or tomorrow we will reach Terra itma. I have never heard of the placebut I told the cap tain that if it was a prohibition country I would kill him June 84, 1910, Half-past Eleven Bells—One of the is sailors tells me that Terra Firma is not a country, It is French for solid ground. 1 do not like the way the captain is deceiving me by such subterfuges. 1 asked him point blank what land we were approaching and he made an evasive reply June 85, 191g—Land is in sight! At day- light we saw it to the westward. I unpacked my corkscrew and sharpened it on the binnacle of the starboard ratlines. For weeks the men in this boat have not reached for their hip pockets. Atthe sight of land all turned toward the West and burst into song, trolling forth the Little Russian national hymn, the words of which are “Houd rye yi yam, Houd ry: Noab ud. Houd rye yi 3 mye It was a thrilling sight to see eighteen strong men waving their glistening corkscrews and sing- ing thus. The captain, who is steering the boat, alone refrained from joining in the glad anthem. A shudder passedover him. He is manifestly uneasy. A few minutes ago I asked him the name of the land we are approaching. Instead of answering me he said, “I think I'll get out and walk the rest of the way.” There is some hideous mystery here. Why is he afraid? Is this land we are approaching a cannibal island? Does he know it? V'hy dees he fear to tell us its name? Drawn by P.M. Foust re ALC. The Bully— I never did. Oh, then mebb. "of mine says 5 ye want Uy insinoat comicbooks.com