Adventure Magazine Cover — page 113: what you’re looking at

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Black unteered Ensign Boies, who had revived from his swoon with no ghost of the laughter that had caused it left in him. =) A FEW days later, Commander | Peppiter, still an invalid, with the assistance of his writer, Ensign Boies and Desmond, prepared his official report to the Navy Department of the affair at Verdecaya, which ended as follows: Attention is invited to the satisfactory demonstra- tion afforded by this incident that the average highly trained crew of an American warship, left unofficered, would still be able and disposed to fight their ship, in which connection it is respectfully recommended that all the enlisted men whose names appear in this report be promoted or commended as the Department sees fit. HERE is a portrait of him. The Elizabethan - artist, as usual, makes him without complexion and very respectable. But I do not believe in that. He is a lean, lumbering weight of aman. His brow would be too big for his head if he had not such a mass of jaw. Under the shade of the brow there is a stabbing gray glint of uncommon eyes. There he sits with hands _prosperously folded, prosperously ordinary in his white Magic 869 Much later, Ensign Mann—henceforth known in service circles as “Stoney Boney ”’ and last of the now famous “ Brainstorm Bunch” to let go his mania and recover his heart-action, read with absorbed interest the Department’s circular record of the court-martial proceedings, which exonerated all concerned and redounded to the glory of everybody except Ace-of-Spades Atterly. “Tf the Jap steward’s testimony was true,” observed Stoney Boney, “that cloudy-faced food-spoiler must have ground enough Chinese herb remedies—mostly raw henbane roots, the medicine men say—into the horse-radish to make the whole ship’s personnel standon its head and howl soas to be heard in the Hermit Kingdom!” A Tale of the Wisdom of WITLESS DICK b H.C Bailey a hoe 2 "aN eS > A ONE saa . . es BE Ne eer Ma Tk ee, ruff and black velvet and gold chain. There’s his wife, sedate in the placid beauty of her St. Martin’s Summer, tender and gentle and pure. But—but, she has a smile. I protest he was not respectable. Hear how he began: - HE EARNED, I suppose, a pound by the year, with all the mutton and beer he could swallow; with gray frieze enough to keep him warm; with a mat of rushes and a C© MICLOOOKS 5}