Judge, 1922-12-02 · page 5 of 36
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# Judge Magazine Analysis This page contains a serialized story titled "Naval Tragedies: Coaling the Steam Launch" by Lt. George W. Breed, U.S.N. The narrative depicts officers and crew aboard a naval vessel discussing the logistics of loading coal into the ship's steam engine—a routine but labor-intensive task in early 20th-century naval operations. The humor appears genteel rather than satirical: it captures the bureaucratic miscommunications and operational friction between deck officers and engine room staff as they manage the coal-loading process. The accompanying illustration shows a comedic auto accident, with the caption noting a court decision about right-of-way between motor cars and animal-drawn vehicles—reflecting contemporary anxieties about new automobile technology conflicting with traditional transportation.
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Youd “Life, Liberty and the Naval Tragedies Coaling the Steam Launch officer of the deck. It was 4.30 a.u., the “Zero Hour” of the Navy, and the officer of the deck had to roar several times before he ob- tained any response from the steam launch riding peacefully at the ship's lower boom. At length a frowzy head was thrust from beneath the canopy and a tired voic Well ,what the hell's the matter nc “Fire up right a Geaccrot THERE! roared the ongside he deck. “Yes, sir! Aye, aye, sir!” replied the owner of the head, and he drew it back under the canopy as a turtle draws back in his sl “Did offic watel “Yes, sir,an hour ago,”’replied the latter. “Well, ask them what hoist’ they're going to use to send it up.” Stepping to the engine room voice tube the Anchor Watch rang the bell. of the deck, turning to the “anchor by Lt. George W. Breed, U.S. N. “Engine room!" screamed a_quarrel- some voice in response to the bell. “The officer of the deck wants to know what hoist that coal is coming up,” shouted the Anchor Watch. “What co: yellowed the engineer in a bored tone, “The coal for the steamer.” fow many buckets do they war twenty buckets. What whip are you going to send it uj lence reigned. The Anchor Watch waited a few moments and i the bell. The tube shoo! Vell, wh, pis it coming up Anchor Watch, in there was si- lence over the tube, save for the faint “clunk” of a pump in a far corner of the engine room, “What steamer did you say that was * cried the engincer. “or the second steamer,” replied the anchor watch. “What hoist is it coming up?" he screamed. “Yes, we'll send it right up,” said the 3 engineer reassuringly, and he shut the tube. Another rmg on that bell and the Anchor Watch, who was little more than a “boot” fresh from the training camp, was sure that the owner of that terrible voice would crawl through the voice tube at him, and he therefore desisted from further efforts. N EANWHILE ten minutes lad 4 passed and nothing disturbed the tranquillity of the steamer as it drowsed boom. Anchor Watch!” called the officer of the dec io down and break out that them I want them re up immec he Anchor atch made his way , over the lower boom, down the geswarp, and into the stern sheets of the steamer. Two seconds later he emerged with a cry of dismay, followed by an cvillooking face squatting on great broad shoulders. “An’ if you ever puts your fect in my (Continued on page 9)