Adventure Magazine Cover, October 30, 1924 — page 159: what you’re looking at

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Great “Whisky for need it.” And he grinned at Webster. “{ pay,” said Frank, a hand on the Duke’s arm. “I’m the only one that took the count.” ‘Like —— yer is!” shouted ’Arry Coy, ‘linging away his beer mugs. “Didn’t Hi go to sleep on the bloomin’ floor, first off? Hi did so Hi did. Hi pay!” Five men lined up, and there was mcney on the bar before each of them. Some of the blowzy onlookers had eased themselves out the door, hopefully trailing after the fat gentlemen who had been down on the waterfront, seeing life; but others sidled together ‘at the end of the bar, and coughed as they cast expectant eyes toward the proprietor, innocently trusting that he would remember what had been said about the next one being on the house. But he didn’t. That was off. He didn’t even send a glance in their direction. Five glasses were deftly scooted into position. The bottle was slapped down. Buck passed it to Webster, who shoved it back with — “You first.” “Not me,” said Buck. many good men here.” Then, leaning over the bar he eyed ’Arry Coy, who was lined up beside Webster, he said— ‘Here you—you started all that other thing, now start this!” _ And he gave the bottle a shove that sent it sliding along the polished wood to ’Arry. The glasses were filled, and Buck looked right and left to see that all were set; then lifting his own, he said to Webster: “Here’s to you, whoever the are. You’re a good man. better. me,” said Buck. “I “‘There’s too you I never met a Me, I’m Buck Davis, and this is my brother Frank, mates on the Clarendon. A rip-roarin’ hooker she is for farmers and soldiers, but .sailors—why, blast your old Days 149 heart, a man like you can spit on her deck!’ ’"Arry Coy had his liquor halfway down before he heard the ship’s name; then he coughed and spluttered as if drowning himself. They gathered round and pounded him on the back until he could breathe again. ‘“‘He’s used to milk,” said Webster. “Ought to wear a bib,” suggested Frank. “T’ve told him whisky was a man’s drink,” said the Duke severely. “Don’t let them kid you, lad. Yourre all right,”’ said Buck, shoving over the bottle again. ‘And you’ve got a man’s wallop with a beer mug.” “Hi say—Hi say, Mister Li-vis, wot habout a feller wiv a mole on ’is 10se wot used to be on yer ship?” “That swab! I’d like to lay hands on him again. -Two days out of Liverpool the carpenter lost his watch. The crew had suspicions and searched the forecastle, and found it under the blankety-blank’s donkey feed. He knuckled under. and begged to stay out of irons. I had him switched to my watch, and I kept him hoppin’ like a fish on a skillet. He jumped ship here and has been goin’ up and down the waterfront giving the Clarendon a bad name. Why, from a dozen men this night I’ve heard her ill-spoken of—but they changed their minds when I put in my word. And the cross- eyed piece of a shark’s gut yesterday heaved a rock at the Old Man. Miss him he did; but I wish he’d try heavin’ one at me! The lying swab!” “Hi say, Mister Davis. Hi say, ’ow habout molasses on yer ship?” ‘“‘Three times a day. The Old Man uses it mstead of sugar, lots of it. He thinks sailors like sweet stuff. Says it’s food for 2em.”’ ‘Wot did Hi tell yer, Dick?” ’Arry Coy whispered to Webster. ‘Wot did Hi tell yer? That she would be a ’ome! Hi ’ad the ’unch!”’ comicbooks.cO nn