April 27, 1917. 
MAKING A SAILOR 
SS 
A SERIAL Story oF ActTuAL LIFE IN 
tHE U.S. Navy As ToLD AT THE 
Boston Navy YARD. 
Synopsis of Chapter I. 
William Woods, and Samuel Worthing- 
ton, chums, came to recruit at the Navy 
Yard, from the New Hampshire town of 
Ludlow where they heard the patriotic ap- 
peal for volunteers for the Navy, and 
answered, as did their forefathers in times 
agone when the fate of their Nation was 
at stake. 
CHAPTER II. 
From the North Elevated Station, 
the electric trains curve sharply, and 
from the vista of densely packed busi- 
ness blocks, there suddenly appears 
the open expanse of the upper harbor, 
the Navy Yard at the East, and the 
line of great commercial docks be- 
tween, now sparsely populated as a 
result of the ruthless submarine war- 
fare of the Germans. 
pimere* it. is!’ 
Bill pointed his arm in the direction 
of the Yard—its pall of smoke over- 
hanging, and the graceful spires of 
fighting masts rising from the battle- 
ships at dock. 
Sam followed the direction of his 
gaze to where lay several of the great 
fighting boats of Uncle Sam’s Navy. 
From its slip, a torpedo boat stretched 
out its trim length, its white number 
30, standing out in startling letters 
against the background of gray. Both 
boys felt a thrill of pride as they 
looked at the moored craft—part of 
the mighty fleet which is to play such 
an important factor in maintaining 
the honor and dignity of their coun- 
try. 
Immediately, it seemed, beneath 
them, was a gray painted merchant 
vessel, with its six pound gun mount- 
ed aft, a silent reminder of the Ger- 
man sea scourge, whose gauntlet it 
had passed—reminder that the seas 
are no longer peaceful lanes of travel 
but beset with peril which lurks, ser- 
pent-like to strike at unguarded mo- 
ments and in the dark. 
“City Square!” sharply shouted the 
Elevated guard. 
The boys started to their: feet. 
The excitement of being in the city, 
of the duty they had to perform, and 
the tiresome trip they had completed, 
all tended to confuse them, and they 
stood for a moment at the station 
platform while the train rumbled on. 
From the street below arose the 
clatter of traffic of the late afternoon. 
At the foot of the staircase, they saw 
a group of bluejackets starting—evi- 
dently—toward their goal. 
“Tet’s follow them,” said Bill, 
“They seem to be going where we 
want to go.” 
So they passed along in silence be- 
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hind the laughing sailors, and soon, 
turning off the main thoroughfare, 
came to the short street leading to the 
main Navy Yard gate. 
There was a group of young men 
standing about the archway watching 
the mysterious happenings within. 
Hardly knowing what next to do, 
the two boys stood as if undetermined 
to take the final step. 
It was just at this juncture that 
the seemingly inevitable thing  oc- 
curred, which lifted them over this 
final barrier of uncertainty. An auto- 
mobile came chugging up. In it, a 
bugler tooted a clarion call. The 
practised eye of the recruiting man 
saw the two boys standing open-eyed 
watching the transpiring events. 
“Want to enlist,” he cheerily called. 
There was no hesitation then. 
“Yes,” they spoke almost together, 
and jumped into the machine, and 
were whisked past the stalwart guard 
beneath the archway. 
“Well, we’re here,’ whispered Bull. 
Sam nodded. ‘Wonder where we 
will go?” he replied. 
He did not have time to receive a 
reply. The door of the machine was 
flung open, and the two boys were 
told to follow the uniformed men up- 
stairs. They did so then and without 
trepidation. 
The first thing they knew they 
were standing before a short, thick- | 
set, kindly man, who sized them up 
with a critical eye. 
“What do you want to enlist in?” 
Bill was asked first. 
“Sam and I just came down fron 
Ludlow to enlist,” he stammered, 
“and, Sam wants to join the regular 
Navy, and I want to enrol in the Re- 
serves.” 
“Have you ever had any sea experi- 
ence?” he was asked. 
He replied he’d had none. 
“That’s all right. I will enrol you. 
Sign here,” the man at the desk said 
in a businesslike manner. 
Bill signed with a somewhat trem- 
bling hand. Sam followed, answering 
the brief questioning as to his family 
ties, age, and experience. ‘Then, both 
were told to report for physical ex- 
amination. An orderly showed then 
where the dispensary was. They 
found some other young men waiting 
to be examined also. Here, as at the 
recruiting office, all was hustle. 
a rroment was wasted. The boys had 
hardly time to nudge one another so 
quickly did the proceedings pile one 
on top of another. They undressed 
in a general room, and filed before 
the surgeon, who nodded his head 
favorably, as he took his stethoscope 
from their muscular chests. 
The two boys were then sent back 
Not. 
7 
To. LIcENSE ALL YACHTS AND SAIL- 
BOATS. 
SS 
Every owner of a motorboat, sail- 
boat or yacht in the entire First Naval 
District, will be obliged to take out a 
license in order to operate his craft 
anywhere on salt water this summer. 
The announcement was made Mon- 
day at the Charlestown Navy Yard 
that a form of license is being drawn 
up and the order will be promulgated 
just as soon as arrangements can be 
made. 
The arrangements will be along the 
lines used by the Massachlusetts 
Highway Commission in its system 
licensing motor vehicles, but there 
will be no number plates. The plan 
will be to have the license bear the 
number of the boat’s engine, dimen- 
sions of the boat and further brief 
descriptive matter, as well as the 
owner’s name and address. The own- 
er of each boat will be expected to 
have this license with him and ready 
to show, the same as the automobile 
owner or driver, and the owner of 
‘ach boat will be responsible person- 
ally for the boat’s movements and 
also for those on board. 
Buys Back Bay HOotTet,. 
The Hotel Victoria, 271 Dartmouth 
st., Boston, has been purchased by 
Emil F. Coulon, proprietor of Hotel 
Westminster, Boston, and the North 
Shore Grill, at Magnolia. The papers 
were passed Tuesday. He has taken 
possession and says that while no 
radical changes will be made, money 
has been set aside for improvements. 
Two architects are at work on re- 
modelling plans. For the past seven 
years the Victoria has been under the 
management of Thomas O. Page, who 
was at one time manager of the old 
Hotel Hesperus at Magnolia. 
Don’t bother about your supposed 
enemies—just forget them. 
to the enrolling office, were given 
orders for active service, and then 
waited with a crowd of other recruits 
to be sworn into the service of Uncle 
Sam. It was an oath to uphold the 
Constitution of the United States, 
repel invasion and to battle its en- 
emies. 
They reneated it after the enrolling 
officer. At its conclusion, they were 
instructed to wait until another or- 
derly arrived. 
(To be Gantinwed) 
(Further details in the 
Pill and Sam will appear next week in 
the BREEZE. How the boys’ were 
given quarters and what they did will be 
related in detail. Read how a sailor is 
made. The country needs thousards more 
like Bill and Sam. Try it yourself!) 
experience of 
