Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 25, 1924 — page 143: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

|?_§<<[—[—[——__—=EL_L_LWVNA SSE NESE Va | ‘ i) SS jis Larsen an’ me on the wheel-spokes, An’ Larsen, he’s six-foot-two, An’ | ain’t no shrimp, when you come to that, But we both got enough to do! Fer the wind, it’s a howlin’ terror, The sea is a bilin’ hell, \ The needle goes spinnin’ around the card Xv ~ Like a blessid ol’ carrousel. Mate’s dead asleep in his oilskins, Th’ Ol’ Man swings to the rail, ae A-smellin’ our road through the smother, | Into the teeth o’ the gale. Fer an S. O. S. from nor’ard Has called us back to th’ storm, An’ they ain’t no rest an’ they ain’t no meals, But the coffee it keeps us warm— —— a Warmer, that is, ’n them others, A-waitin’ in sore distress (Their hands froze blue to th’ riggin’) Fer help from their S. O. S. Fifty to one if they’re livin’, A hundred, they'll never be found; Fer they likely broke up when th’r wireless quit—-. Hammered to splinters ’n’ drowned! But the Ol’ Man says he’ll find ’em, An’ we'll play to the end of his game (Thirty-five years a master, . An’ the winds they knows him by name!) | She lifts, with her forefoot drippin’, ; { She falls like the Crack o’ Doom, 1 A-splittin’ the sea like Moses, | ! An’ the foam biles over the boom! KS SF yt =a) > et Port! An’ you’re movin’ a mountain! Starb’d! You stand on y’r head! But some way or other we'll jam her through— Fer that’s what the Ol’ Man said. : We'll follow the Ol’ Man’s orders V 5 (We can’t go farther ’n hell!) LE ‘An’ we'll lay the ol’ hooker along their beam, i Er they won't be none to tell! | | ) re Austin Tarrant. o- oe W538 = PONV —S FN 133 COMMICLOOOKS KN A <3 >> a (C@)