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O Ranzo was no sailor,

He shipped on board a whaler

O pity Reuben Ran-zo, Ran-zo, boys!

O poor old Reuben Ranzo, Ranzo, boys!

--Reuben Ranzo

Captain Mayo kept out of the region of the white lights for soinia port, and he knew the

beaten paths of the stea transients, ashore for a bit of a blow

He lurked in alleys, feeling especially disreputable He was not at

all sure that his make-up was effective His own self-consciousness

convinced hi fraud, whose identity would be

revealed promptly to any person who knew him But while he sneaked in

the purlieus of the city several of his 'longshore friends passed hiineer on a Union line freighter,

whirled after passing, and came back to him

"Got a job, boy?"

"No, sir"

"We need coal-passers on the Dru"

But it was not according to Mayo's calculation,with steamboat