OH, SHOOT! 



unteered to sign on as cook, and we permitted 

 him to do so because he declared he was a 

 good shot. 



At the last, just as the boat was about to 

 hop off from San Pedro, on its twelve-hundred- 

 mile hike to Guaymas, Crisp arrived out of 

 breath and with the dust of the Hollywood 

 studios still upon him. He wore a yachting 

 cap from the property room, and he gabbled 

 feverishly about shooting thirty scenes a day 

 for five days and changing a seven-reel dra- 

 matic feature into a two-reel comedy in order 

 to reach the dock on time. 



Ed Salisbury we had promoted, by consent 

 of all except himself, to navigator, and for 

 the engine room we had Ed's brother Bill 

 Bill also being nee the navy. He had just 

 received his discharge from the service after 

 a trip through the Panama Canal in the bowels 

 of a destroyer and was fed up on seagoing 

 stuff. He couldn't walk down an alley with- 

 out bracing himself and hanging to window 

 sills, but we persuaded him to go along for the 

 rest and act as governess to the motor. We 

 hope, in the course of five or six years, to live 

 down the promises we made to Bill, and he 

 expects, in the same length of time, to lose the 



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