Aboard Linan

Saturday, September 7, 1929


12:33 Jean heads for cabin after a hasty exit from lunch. [No such luck for Hall, not that Jean.]

2:30   Weather rolly—no movement in cabin 2.

3:41   Snores from No. 2.

4:13   Jean reported sleeping.

4:58   Typhoon to east. Linan heads for shelter.

6:42   Drops anchor in shelter of island. No stir from No. 2.

7:12   Seven passengers faint when “Sailor Jean” appears on deck.

7:14   Four revive—Harold still cold.

7:17   Three faint again as Jean trips lightly across the deck.

7:30   Gong sounds. Nine injured in rush for dinner.

7:41   Capt. thinks he hears fountain but discovers I am still eating soup.

7:44   Jean looks green around the gills, remembers we are anchored, and returns to normal hue.

7:59   Mr. Putnam finds all crumbs have been eaten by hungry crew and leaves table with a hungry look.

8:14   All deck chairs full—the Skipper trips in and does the Light Fantastic before an admiring group.

8:31   Mary and Harold in heated game of checkers.

8:41   Jean hears wave. Rushes for cabin.

9:50   Captain retires for a good rest.

10:10 Murmur of voices under his port windows.

10:59 Still murmurs.

11:30 Capt. turns over on other side to give right ear a rest.


12:01 Voices move to starboard windows.

12:10 Capt. says naughty things to himself.

12:13 Feminine laughs from starboard side.

12:15 Capt. creates new vocabulary to fit feelings. Thinks how golf has made him proficient in this art.

12:50 Perpetual motion of the jaws continues on deck.

12:59 Capt. pokes head out of porthole and airs lungs.

1:00   Retreating footsteps replace voices.

1:20   Straying rat finds No. 2 all present and asleep.

1:30   Capt. dreams he has had a good rest.

Weather rather rolly all day as we sailed north close to the coast. Report of a typhoon came during the afternoon and just before dinner we headed shoreward and anchored behind an island will 4:30 AM.

We picked up several passengers in Amoy. The American consul, Mr. Putnam and some school kids—5 girls and one boy. The latter, Harold de Pree is in my cabin. Twelve years old, he and the others, 15 or 16 years old, go to the American Shanghai School in Shanghai. The three Boot sisters are painfully shy except in their cabin. Red-headed Mary Bosch is a live wire and the fifth, Jean Strick, is more sociable than the others—lots of fun but a bum sailor.

We parked under the Captain’s window and talked tonight till he poked his head out and asked us if we were never going to bed—we were keeping him awake.

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