This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ...of grub. But one thing was always insisted on, and that was for a man to remove his head-gear at meals. It did n't make any difference whether a fellow had any pants on or not, but he must not presume to wear a white hat or a watch-cap. All hands would howl him out of the compartment. The foregoing fragment of a deep-sea idyll is included in a war story of the Reid destroyer as deftly compiled by George M. Beatty, Jr., one of that dashing crew, and published with the title, "Seventy Thousand Miles on a Submarine Destroyer." This young man was heartless enough to print in the volume a ballad of his own devising which had such things as these to say of the author of this chronicle of the Corsair: " Grim Father Neptune has his throne In the Bay of Biscay, all alone, And on the day of which we speak, He served out weather rough and bleak; He sent us hail and he sent us rain, And 't was not long ere Ralph D. Paine Did hie himself to the skipper's bunk And swear the writing game was punk." Soon after the flotilla of coal-burners came to Brest, the whole scheme of American naval operations in France took on a new aspect with the arrival of Rear-Admiral Henry B. Wilson. He was the man to perceive the vital need of expansion and to create the organization so urgently required. Outspoken yet tactful, with the hearty affability of a sailor and the energy of a captain of industry, Admiral Wilson proceeded to build upon the surmise that the war might last three years and demand an American army of four million men. The pulse of the service quickened and the response was loyal and instant. It was not long before the executive offices of the Admiral and his staff, in a tall building of Brest, resembled the headquarters of a busy firm in Wall Street. It was the...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ...of grub. But one thing was always insisted on, and that was for a man to remove his head-gear at meals. It did n't make any difference whether a fellow had any pants on or not, but he must not presume to wear a white hat or a watch-cap. All hands would howl him out of the compartment. The foregoing fragment of a deep-sea idyll is included in a war story of the Reid destroyer as deftly compiled by George M. Beatty, Jr., one of that dashing crew, and published with the title, "Seventy Thousand Miles on a Submarine Destroyer." This young man was heartless enough to print in the volume a ballad of his own devising which had such things as these to say of the author of this chronicle of the Corsair: " Grim Father Neptune has his throne In the Bay of Biscay, all alone, And on the day of which we speak, He served out weather rough and bleak; He sent us hail and he sent us rain, And 't was not long ere Ralph D. Paine Did hie himself to the skipper's bunk And swear the writing game was punk." Soon after the flotilla of coal-burners came to Brest, the whole scheme of American naval operations in France took on a new aspect with the arrival of Rear-Admiral Henry B. Wilson. He was the man to perceive the vital need of expansion and to create the organization so urgently required. Outspoken yet tactful, with the hearty affability of a sailor and the energy of a captain of industry, Admiral Wilson proceeded to build upon the surmise that the war might last three years and demand an American army of four million men. The pulse of the service quickened and the response was loyal and instant. It was not long before the executive offices of the Admiral and his staff, in a tall building of Brest, resembled the headquarters of a busy firm in Wall Street. It was the...