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BOCHE SKIPPER’S POOR
SPELLING HIS UNDOING Exciting Incident in the Life of a Raider Patrol of British Navy. SINKING OF THE TURRITEUJ German* Nearly Fooled the English but Were Betrayed When They Spelled Aden With a -T"—Destroyed the Vesoel Themselves. London.—Little by little the world Is learning some of the romance and excitement that at times punctuated the rather prosaic lives of the men who patrolled the seas and kept the ocean traffic lanes open for allied shipping. The dangers that lurked in the Arabiun aeas and Indian ocean have been known in a general way from the too frequent admiralty reports of ships sunk there by submarines and raiders. An episode in the life of a raider pa trol is told by a correspondent of the London Times, as follows: At the beginning of March, 1917, 1 was in H. M. S. on the Aden patrol—a doll Job, as all patrolling jobs are. But we did not pretend to be pining for the more thrilling occu pation of searching for the German raider Wolf. Her guns could outrange the guns of our little ship, so effectual ly, that, had we met her, we should probably have been blown out of the sea before we could put a shot any where near her, and, frankly, we hud no great desire to meet her. About 10 o'clock one evening a sig nalman appeared at the wardroom door with a message from the bridge, “From the officer of the watch, sir. Ship on the starboard bow showing no lights.” “Probably an old tramp scared out of his wits by these yarns about the Wolf," suggested someone. “All these merchantmen are going about without lights nowadays.” The captain and the navigator went up to the bridge, where they were presAtly Joined by the first lieutenant. The moon was nearly full, casting a white track across the dark blue car pet of the sea. It wus the kind of night that brings back memories of a Thames regatta, of lounging in a well cushioned punt, and listening to a good band. To connect such a night with German raiders, guns, mines and tor pedoes was quite impossible; the whole setting was entirely wrong. The mysterious ship was now two points on our port bow, and about three miles ahead. A thick volume of smoke pouring from her funnel sug gested that she was In a hurry, or, at all events, was not disposed to be so ciable with us. We had been ambling along comfortably ut eight knots; tlie order was given to increase to ten. The shutter of our signal lamp began to rattle. “What ship is that T” Claimed British Registry. The signalman had to . repeat the question twice before he evoked an answer. “Toritella,” was the belated reply. “What nationality?” we asked promptly. "British,” was the answer. “What are your signal letters?” was our next question. “J. F. K. L.,” came the answer. We hunted up the name in Lloyd's list, but without success. “Are you sure you have got his name right, signalman? Ask him again.” “What is your name?” asked the patient signalman. This time the mys terious stranger expanded volubly. “Turritella, London. Buns for Brit ish admiralty. Port Said for orders.” What tnunner of ship was this, who spelled her name at one time with an U. S. S. ARKANSAS IN THE GATUN LOCKS U. 8. 8. Arkansas In the middle chamber of the Gatun locks of the Panama canal, photographed when the Pacific fleet was passing through the great waterway. O and one It, and at another time with a U and two R’s? And that expres sion, “Huns for British admiralty.” Would an English merchant skipper talk about the British admiralty. Would be not say. “Under admiralty charter,” or some such phrase? The signal lamp of the unknown vessel began to scintillate ugain. “Who are you?” ran the simple message. There was- certainly a directness about the question suggesting a bluff old English skipper. “A British man-of-war,” was our answer. A little later we followed It up by a peremptory order to the stran ger to stop. When the signal lamp began to flicker again, it seemed to show Just a trifle of hesitation. Night of Suspense. His meaning was plain enough. We could have ordered him to stop when we first sighted him, when we were within range of the shore batteries, and where there were British men-of war lying Just round the corner inside the harbor. He evidently suspected us of being the German raider. All these merchantmen were In a state of high nervous tension. The mere fact of be ing ordered to stop was enough to make him run as hard ns he could. It wns clear that we could not overhaul him. The only question was, had we sufficient grounds of suspicion to Jus tify us In taking steps to compel him to stop? No one cares to go to the length of firing on a strange merchant man In the middle of the night unless there are grave reasons for doing so. And If this fellow w-as not a British merchantman, as he professed, what else could he be? He might be the Wolf? It was at least a possibility. In that case the prospect of un engage ment opened up visions of a glorious death, but little else. Wireless messages were sent to the other ships of the patrol, stating the circumstances, and the position, course and speed. The first watch was over. The officer who had been relieved hud dropped into the wardroom for a clgaret before turning in. As he lighted up he remarked: “I should like to get hold of that old merchant skipper and give him a piece of my mind.” “The question,” observed one of the I>enslve members of the mess, “Is whether he would understand your language. They are not all good lln guista.” It was an observation which clearly needed amplifying. “If you were an English skipper un der the impression that you were be ing chased by a German raider, would you expect him to go on chasing you for two hours without firing?” The officer Just relieved from the bridge became meditative. Spelled Aden with a “T." “There was something funny,” he said, "even about that last slgnul ask ing us why we did not stop him at Aden. The signalman tells me that lie first spelled Aden with a ‘t’ and then corrected It.” Even the technicalities of a flog wngger may be fraught with impor tance. When a messenger came down from the bridge to say that the ship on the port bow seemed to be drawing away from us, the captain sent back a message to the officer of the watch to put on the best speed he could. The little ship began to throb with her ex ertions, while her funnel grew red-hot. Just before the morning watch the moon went down, and darkness fell upon the face of the water. It was evident that we had gained very little, If at all, on the stranger. The captain, leaning over the bridge rail, snug out for the signalman. “Make 'lf you do not stop I shall fire.’ ’’ “Ay, ay. sir.” “If-you-do-not-stop-I-shall-flre.” TH* ELK MOUMTAIH PILOT. The signalman closed his shutter on the final word with a snap. There fol lowed a few minutes of suspense. Then came the answer. “I-am-stoppIng-now.” “Number One, tell them to stand by the searchlight,” said the captain to the first lieutenant. “Signalman, tell him to place his navigation lights.” Very promptly in response to the sig nal the lights appeured upon the strange ship. “Now make, ‘Remain where you are. I will board you at daylight."' What the Searchlight Revealed. When the distance between the ships had been reduced to about a mile the order was given to switch on the searchlight. The great white streak shot across the sea until it settled on the mysterious craft. In large letters ucross her stern run the legend, “Tur ritella, London.” “I believe I have been fooled after all,” said the captain to himself. The searchlight also revealed a party shov ing off in a boat, presumably contain ing the irate skipper, wanting to know what the blank blank nil this business meant, for in the eastern waters they were not accustomed to it. Presently there came a strange voice through a ineguphone from the stranger’s bridge: “Switch off that damned search light.” “He seems to be getting a bit ratty. Shall I switch off?” The order was given, and darkness prevailed once more. Some minutes later the eastern sky began to glow, feebly at first, casting a kind of half light over the face of the sens —a mere glimmer In which objects appeared without shape. Out of this gloom there arose such a babel of sound us brought us all to the ship’s side. Dimly we could discern two boats, one on the port and one on the starboard side of us, both crowded with occupants, who were jabbering in some strange tongue like a lot of excited monkeys. Germans 8ank Their Own 8hip. Just as we came abeam of the strange ship we saw a cloud of smoke shoot up from her, which was followed by the heavy thud of an explosion. Next moment there came another heavy thud, and we saw that the Tur rltella was beginning to sink by the head. We steamed past her and began to circle round her at a respectful dis tance, for ships which carry explosives may carry them in the form of torpe does. Gradually the eastern sky began to flush red; the hue was reflected by the sea, until one could have fancied that the stricken ship was staining the waters with her blood. And then we saw a third boat rowing away from the wreck in the direction of the other two. We swung round to return and [•lek them up. As we approached the first two boats we realised why we bad failed to un derstand the language. They were full of Chinamen all talking at once. In a state of hysterical agitation. We wait ed eagerly for the third boat. As it drew up alongside one gangway two officers stepped briskly up the ladder, and were followed by twenty-six men, each wearing a round blue cap with two black ribbons falling down behind. Across the front of the cap ribbon was printed in gold letters “Kulserllche Marine.” We had not been fooled after all. Ths Turrltella’s Story. The story of the Turritella is briefly this. She had been captured from the Germans early in the war. In Febru ary. 1917. she set out from Shanghai with a Chinese crew and British offi cers ; she put into Rangoon to pick up cargo, and again into Colombo, where she spent some days loading up. She left Colombo on Feb. 23, 1917, and four days later walked straight into the jaws of the Wolf. Her British officers and men were taken aboard the raider as prisoners, but the Chinamen re mained in her. A German prise crew then took possession of her; she was loaded up with mines, and sent off to Aden to lay her eggs Just outside the harbor. Her subsequent movements had all been carefully planned to fit In with the program revealed by the ship’s papers. On March 6 she was due in Prim, where she Intended to call, looking ns Innocent as a lamb, with her Chinese crew on the upper deck and her German ratings stowed below. Thence she was to proceed to the Red sea to lay more mines, and afterwnrd to rejoin the Wolf at a ren dezvous. Could she have carried out this pro gram if she had not happened to fall In with us? There was at least a sporting chance. Her second officer spoke English ns fluently ns his own language, and without any trace of an accent. He had spent eight years in our merchant service, and had the manners and bearing of an English officer. But the weak spot in the com pany was evidently the signalman. That signal “Why did you not stop me when I was passing Aden?” was bril liant. It showed real genius. But the signalman completely ruined it by spelling Aden with a **t.” "Silk” Made From Sawdust. New York.—Experiments conducted by the New York state college of for estry have resulted in the production from sawdust of “silk” which “looks like silk, feels like silk, but Is cheaper than silk.” Silk stockings, shirtwaist materials and other articles have been produced from the sawdust yarns. COSTLY PLACE TO MAINTAIN White Mouse, From Time of Its Orig inal Building, Has Absorbed Millions of Dollars. Just 100 years ago President Mon roe Indulged in a little extravagance. He “blew himself” to a bathtub. It cost $20. and for a long time there after was the only bathtub in the White House. The historic mansion has been pret ty expensive from first to last. Up to date considerably more than $3,000,- 000 has been spent on it, including repairs and refurnishing. Its cornerstone was laid by George Washington in a bare field October 1. 1792. Since then it has been twice rebuilt —after the British burned It and ugaln during the Roosevelt ad ministration. It was commonly called in early days the Great House, or the President's Palace. Recently Mr. Tumulty again gave out the announcement that the White House would be closed to visitors for some time to come, “because of neces sary repairs.” It seems forever to be needing repairs and refurnishing, and for the latter purpose much more than $1,000,000 has been expended since the beginning. The original cost of the building was $333,207. Its reconstruction after the British raid of 1814 involved an expenditure o'f $240,41*0, the house being gutted and its walls so far de stroyed that the greater part of them bad to be replaced above the first story with new brick and fresh cut stone. Inevitably there will be a third re building some day. Plans and a model of the White House as it ought to be with wings added, have already been made. The wings are embraced by ex terior colonnades. In the east wing is to be a great reception room; in the west wing the state dining room. On the second floor of ench wing are to be five bedrooms. Thus the presi dent will have about twenty bedrooms nt his disposal, and will be enabled tc offer a much freer hospitality. Con servatories in the rear will complete a magnificent quadrangle, and the whole effect will be very beautiful. The cost of rebuilding the White House in this style will be In the neighborhood of $2,000,000. Diversions That Benefit. In an address at the Royal College of Medicine to students about to start out In practice for themselves. Dr. George Steele-Perkins of Edinburgh gave^this advice: “Also learn to play lawn tennis, golf, bridge, billiards, or whatever games most appeal to you. and among other things do not neglect the noble art of self-defense.” Thla advice is as sound for the young man starting out as a lawyer or a broker or a business man. For every' man needs some amusement to which he can turn in order to forget the worries of his working hours. No man is ever too busy to play; on hour's relaxation makes him work bet ter. That is why Gladstone chopped down trees and studied Homer, why Wilson plays golf. why Charles Schwab plays bridge, why Cleveland went fishing, why Roosevelt rode, boxed, played handball; why the late J. P. Morgan was never too busy to devote an hour to talking art with some one who really knew. Such diversions keep a man from going stale.—Exchange. Boilers Heated by Electricity. The curious anomoly of steam boil ers heated by electricity is attracting serious attention in certain localities. Such boilers have been set up of ca pacities up to 1,500 kilowatts, or 2,000 horse-power, taking electric current of voltages up to 10,000, and offer advan tages where coal is high and water power cheap, as In certain woodpulp and paper factories of northern Eu rope. Steam is generated by passage of the electric current through wa ter. Narrow vertical tubes of In sulating material contain water, and are connected at top and bottom with the interior of the boiler. Alternating current is sent through the water col umns, the tubes with three-phase cur rents being connected in groups of three. Moving the electrodes in the tubes regulates the current strength. An efficiency of 95 per cent is claimed and one w’att of electric energy is stated to produce nearly four pounds of steam. Friend Wife Laughed. I was motoring along one of our country roads in my trusty little bus with friend wife, who was carrying a most unwelcome bit of grouch, when I pulled alongside of a large, lazy sedan with a man trying to fix it. “Trouble?” L asked. “Some,” was the laconic answer. "What power car Is it?” “Forty-horse,” came the answer. "What seems to be the matter with it?” “Well, from the way she acts. I should say that thirty-nine of the horses were dead." This must have been the funniest of experiences, for my wife actually laughed—right out loud.—Exchange. New Insurance Idea. To stimulate marriage several In surance companies in Great Britain are now issuing what Is called mar riage insurance. It provides for pay ment of $2,500 at the expiration of 25 years or earlier, at death of the as sured. and, in addition, $500 in respect of each of five children born a(ter the date of the policy who attain the age of twelve year*, payable by five in stallments of $100 each on the twelfth and four succeeding birthdays. Find Coal in Argentina. Coal deposits have been discovered in the Andean foothills of Argentina. —Consular Report. The Cuticura Toilet Trio Having cleared your skin keep it clear by making Cuticura your every-day toilet preparations. The eoap to cleanse and purify, the Ointment to soothe and heal, the Talcum to powder and per fume. No toilet table la complete without them. 28c everywhere.—Adv. One for Pa. 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What I want him to learn is how to find gold and silver and copper In payin’, quantities—payin’ quantities, mind you—and I’ll call for him and put him in to work Monday a week.’ ’’ Suspicious. “Did the detective discover who- It wns tlint stole your Jewels?" “I rather think he did. However, I have another detective hunting for him.” —Judge. Making promises Is one thing, but “making good” Is something else again. At the Beginning and the End of the Day There’s health and comfort in the truly All-American table beverage— The Original Postum Cereal Bid your coffee troubles good-bye by joining the great army who now drink Postum instead of coffee. Twt sizes, usually sold at 15c and 25c. Everywhere at Grocers. NOW RAISES 600 CHICKENS After Being Relieved of Or. genic Trouble by Lydia E. Pinkham’a Vegetable • Compound. Oregon, 111. —“I took Lydia E. 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See that torn place In the cor ner? That was made, the dealer said, by one o’ them German looters in the Thirty-Year war." "The denier was mistaken,’’ observed the salaried friend. “It was another war. It was made by a beer bottle I threw myself. I never could stand that picture, especially when I was lit up. Grogan’s bartender kicked me clear across the sidewalk the night I heaved that bottle. So Grogan’s selling off his pictures, is he?” —Kansas City Star. Getting Posted. Lord Nocoyne—l say, old dear, what is the usual procedure in catching an American heiress? Reggie—lt’s very simple, old chap. You tell the girl how much you love her, and her father how much you owe. Burmese Progressing. Among the successful candidates for n degree In 1918 appears the name of Ina Thein, the first Burmese lady to obtain the distinction.