ON THE STI'.AMSIIIP AT TJIE DOOR 



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••THE STEAMSHIP AT THE DOOR." 

 August, 1916. 



Commodore E. C. Benedict, Greenwich, Conn. 



Ready to go on Another Yachting Trip 



\\'hen the Commodore l)iiilt his home 

 at Indian Harbor he had the water 

 in front dredged so that his yacht could 

 make a landing' at the foot of the stone 

 steps. Last year his new English but- 

 ler, one afternoon, stepped haughtily 

 into the den, and said : 



"Beg pardon, sir! Your Steamship's 

 at the door."— "The Rudder, June, 1916. 



One of the gems of poetry appearing 

 in the log book, which Commodore 

 Benedict prizes most highly, is the fol- 

 lowing written on board the Oneida 

 bv Charles Botsford : 



