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a rowboat A good sailor? Perhaps Chicken and barley broths at

eleven; the captain's table in the dining-saloon, breakfast, luncheon

and dinner; cabin housekeeper and luggage man at the ports; and always

a natty, stiffly starched jacket with a metal number; and "Yes, sir!"

and "No, sir!" and "Thank you, sir!" his official vocabulary Fine job

for a poet!

It was all in the ga to play with fate A chap who

could sell flaentlemen with purple noses, and shirts

with attached cuffs to coal-porters ought not to worry over such a

simple employment as cabin-steward on board an ocean liner

Early the next ers The heavy travel was co that

way The series of cabins under his stewardship were vacant

Therefore, with the thoroughness of his breed, he set about to learn

"ship"; and by the tile for dinner blew, he knew port

fros, some

unknown to the chief-steho had es

on this very ship