The President Lands A ’’Sail’ 1 1 
found that the President’s line was secured to it’s ’’bill” or ’’spear” with 
several round turns and half hitches; so, literally, he was landed by the 
line alone - a remarkable piece of work! 
The afternoon saw three others of the Mess join the ’’Franklin D. 
Roosevelt Sailfish Club” (organized during dinner this evening) when Ross 
Mclntire, ”Doc” O’Connor and Dan Callaghan all succeeded in landing ’’Sails”. 
”Doc” O’Connor was elected ’’Measuring Secretary” by acclamation.. The lucky 
anglers were in jovial mood during the evening meal with Pa leading the 
chortling; while the unsuccessful ones were a bit downcast — though hopeful 
that the morrow would bring a change of luck. 
At 1615 the Dallas departed for Balboa, returning Admiral Vernou to 
his Station and transporting the official Presidential mail pounch to the 
Canal Zone for further air transfer to the White House. 
Wednesday 3 August 
’’The Grandaddy of them all” was landed this morning by the President, 
who, while embarked on an ”around-the-island” tour, unexpectedly hooked a 
Tiger Shark. A monumental struggle lasting for one hour and thirty-six 
minutes ensued, with the monster, later found to weigh two hundred thirty- 
five pounds, finally stretched at gasping length in the foresheets of the 
motor launch. One can predict now, without fear of future contradiction, 
that the President’s Shark will capture high cruise honors for weight. 
Even Pa conceded this surety I 
Steve and Fred left the ship at an early hour in a last minute effort 
to bring back a Sailfish apiece thus qualifying for membership in the new- 
ly organized ’’Franklin D. Roosevelt Sailfish Club”. Success crowned Fred’s 
labors but Steve was disconsolate over his ill luck in his quest for mem- 
bership. 
During luncheon in the President’s Mess all hands voted our stay at 
Cocos Island the most interesting and profitable of the cruise. And this 
stay terminated during luncheon, for at 1229 the Presidential Detachment 
got underway and steamed for Balboa at twenty-four knots. 
The lazy afternoon was given over to siestas, letter-writing, etc. 
Despite the afternoon’s physical inactivity appetites were lusty at this 
evening’s jovial meal which was followed by the best movie so far wit- 
nessed during the cruise, i.e., Shirley Temple in ’’Little Miss Broadway.” 
Fred Adams Lands A Sailfish 
The ’’Old Maestro”, Pa, with his usual blushing but becoming modesty, 
claimed the credit for selecting this movie. 
Ross missed the movies this evening, for an acute appendicitis case 
compelled his efficient attention in cooperation with the ship’s medical 
officer. Commander Alden. At last accounts the patient was ”doing nice- 
ly". 
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