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THE LOG 
 
 S.S. "FINLAND" 
 
 1915 
 
 Copyright, 19 15, By the Log Committee 
 

 DEC 30 1915 
 
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PRO-LOG 
 
 San Francisco in the summer of 1915 held a double lure for 
 Harvard men — the nineteenth meeting of the Associated Harvard 
 Clubs and the Panama-Pacific Exposition. So a number of Harvard 
 graduates in the East, headed by Thomas W. Slocum, '90, with the 
 aid of James A. Wright, '79, whose experience as a steamship agent 
 proved of great value, secured for Harvard men and their families 
 the refusal of all the first cabins of the steamer "Finland" of the 
 Panama-Pacific line, bound from New York to San Francisco bj^ way 
 of the Panama Canal. The "Finland" left port with three-hundred 
 and-ten passengers, of whom two-hundred-and-fifty were in the 
 category of Harvard men, their relatives and friends. Of these, one- 
 hundred-and-six were Harvard graduates and undergraduates of all 
 ages and classes, from C. W. Clifford, '65, down to the youngest of 
 recently admitted freshmen. As the voyage progressed a genial spirit 
 of friendliness spread among the passengers, resulting in enthusiastic 
 co-operation toward the important end of having a good time. The 
 tireless Joseph Linden Smith, instructor in fine arts and prince of 
 pageantry, was master of revels, and under his ingenious direction 
 original sports and entertainments flourished during the long voyage 
 on two oceans and through the Canal that joins them. It was in 
 response to a general demand for some permanent record of this 
 memorable voyage, the names and characteristics of the passengers 
 and what they enjoyed and endured together, that the arduous task 
 of compiling this Log was undertaken. 
 
MONO-LOG 
 
 BY THE CAPTAIN OF THE "FINLAND" 
 
 The responsibility, the honor and the pleasures, due to the 
 presence of the members of the Harvard Club, our distinguished 
 passengers, on board the good old "Finland," made this cruise from 
 New York to San Francisco via the "Culebra Cut" the most 
 memorable event in my career. 
 
 Therefore my thoughts and best wishes will be now and always 
 
 with Harvard. 
 
 R. PRAGER, 
 
 Commander, 
 
CO 
 
LOG 
 
 OF THE PANAMA-PACIFIC LINE 
 
 S.S. "FINLAND" 
 
 From New York (t 
 
 Panama Canal and San Diego) toivarda San Francisco 
 R. Prager, Commander 
 
 1915. Saturday, July 31. At 4.08 p.m. 
 left pier in New York. 5.50 p.m. passed 
 Sandy Hook. 6.20 to G.24 p.m. stopped 
 to discharge pilot. 6.30 p.m. passed Scot- 
 land Lightship. 
 
 Sweltering. — 97 degrees or thereabouts. 
 Heat of great hotness. — Humidity of much 
 drippiness. — Everybody wilted by weather 
 but starched up by excitement. — Rush of 
 cars, taxis, express wagons, trucks, etc., 
 to pier. — Picturesque language of drivers, 
 porters and passengers. — Confusion. — 
 Ship reported to be still unloading. — Lack 
 of help. — Nineteen stewards go on strike 
 and quit. — Others would follow suit, but 
 can't get their belongings off. — All trunks 
 still on pier. — No trunk taken aboard until 
 owner gives it personal introduction to 
 official, with adequate assurances that it 
 is a trunk of good character and social 
 standing. — These little polite observances 
 give ocean travel proper eclat. — Delay in 
 handling baggage explained by steward: 
 Dr. P. J. Finnigan of Cambridge sending 
 onboard case of bottled cocktails. — Excel- 
 lent family remedy, but takes strong men 
 to carry them. — Hence lack of porters for 
 less important cargo. — Rush for steamer 
 chairs. — ^Throngs on deck. — Farewell 
 kisses. — ^Handkerchiefs rampant. — Loud 
 Harvard noises. — We're off! — Majesti- 
 cally down the bay, through the Narrows, 
 past Sandy Hook, — Out on broad Atlantic. 
 — All in line in dining saloon engaging seats. 
 
 — First meal on board. — Air warmer than 
 the food. — Note by society reporter who 
 has fine taste in names: "Among those 
 present were Mrs. John Morrison-Fuller, 
 Mr. A. Wilder Pollard, The Misses De- 
 lano, Mr. and Mrs. Hubert de la Bache 
 Wiegand, Mr. T. J. Oakley Rhinelander 11, 
 Miss A. Von Schrader, Mrs. Henry Ashe 
 Tilghmann,Mr.EwanCameronMacVeagh, 
 Mr. Gamaliel C. St. John, Professor W. H. 
 Schofield and chauffeur, Mr. David Ives 
 Mackie and Mr. Van Duzer Burton." — 
 Important event. — Smoking room with 
 bar attachment discovered by expedition 
 headed by Mr. Thomas Cary and Mr. 
 Frederick P. Fish. — Great part of ship's 
 company, however, turn in early. — Cabins 
 good preparatory school for tropics. 
 Clifford Swan reports capture of two 
 fierce intruders in bunk. — Others silent in 
 regard to possible trophies of the chase. 
 Sweet repose settles down on good (or 
 well-meaning) ship "Finland." 
 
 Sunday, August 1. Wind, variable. 
 Course, S. 2° E. Distance, 243 miles. 
 Latitude, 36° 24' N. Longitude, 73° 43' 
 W. Light winds, smooth sea. Fine 
 weather. 
 
 Up betimes. — Mix-up about bath as- 
 signments, but all manage to appear 
 properly washed. — Bugle call for break- 
 fast. — Mr. Arthur P. Cushing reports bad 
 egg. — Egg arrested, tried, convicted and 
 
sentenced to walk the plank. — 9 a.m., 
 sentence executed. — More experienced 
 stewards shedding floods of tears over 
 new assistants. — Many of latter inefficient, 
 but all willing. — Editor served by capable 
 Bowery boy who talks his own language. — 
 First religious services on board. — Warm 
 on deck. — Prevailing breeze on port side. 
 — High authority declares will be so 
 throughout voyage. — Glad, for obvious 
 reasons. — Ship's company still a bit stiff 
 in demeanor. — Ladies studying each 
 other's costumes out of corners of eyes. 
 — Occasional " wonder - how - that - person - 
 got - on - board " expression. — Inclination 
 to stick to own steamer chairs. — Signs of 
 
 coming thaw, nevertheless indicated. — 
 Preliminary inventories of fellow-pas- 
 sengers evidently being made on all sides. 
 —Mr. and Mrs. Hubert de la Bache 
 Wiegand our confessed bridal couple. 
 — The F. Maurice Newtons also under 
 suspicion, but issue strong denial. — Say 
 have been married long, long time. — 
 (Possibly as long as thirty whole days.) 
 — Engaged couple, Mr. Grinnell Burt and 
 Miss Helen Maclay. — Best looking man 
 on board, splendidly built, and remarka- 
 bly sweet-faced girl. — Always together, as 
 
 right and proper.— Hearty congratulations . 
 — All settling into pre-destined places. — 
 Mr. A. Wilder Pollard in captain's cabin. 
 — Messrs. Fish, Cowdin, Willard, Gary, 
 Jackson, CuUinan, Coolidge, Slocum, 
 Finnigan and Mackie, Senior in lounge, 
 occasionally visited by Messrs. Delano 
 and Williams. — John Dodd Williams in 
 wireless room, far from the madding girls. 
 — Rest of crowd beginning to scatter all 
 over the place. — Bewildering beauty on 
 all parts of all decks. — Every prospect 
 pleases, and only Man is vile. — Susceptible 
 Editor has fallen deep in love, at first 
 sight, with little Miss Daution, and so is 
 otherwise safe for the voyage. — Has con- 
 fessed adoration to young lady's parents, 
 who smile as though they were used to it. 
 — Exceptionally nice crowd of youngsters 
 on board, anyhow. — Lots of books appear 
 in steamer chairs. — Also mysteriously dis- 
 appear for parts unknown to legal owners. 
 — Mrs. J. B, Curtis sitting in chair knit- 
 ting, and talking about son, who is worth 
 it. — John A. Morris in chair reading Bret 
 Harte. — Arthur Burkhard, assistant pro- 
 fessor of German, in chair reading George 
 Meredith, and talking well about him, 
 likewise about Browning, Shakespeare 
 and kindred high lights. — Rochester H. 
 Rogers in chair remembering that city of 
 Rochester, New York, was named after 
 his great uncle and that he was named 
 after said city. — Reciprocity. — VanDuzer 
 Burton in chair waiting for moustache to 
 grow. — Greatest event after dinner is 
 first Tea-passing. — Wild enthusiasm over 
 accompanying cakes. — Sea calm. — Sev- 
 eral young ladies obligingly talked to 
 sleep by Tubby Davis, Edward Buell and 
 others who shall be nameless because of 
 editorial prerogative. — Sun set in clouds. 
 — Gentle dreams. 
 
 Monday, August 2. S.W.-S.S.W. wind. 
 Course, S. 1° W. Distance, 300 miles. 
 
Latitude, 31° 24' N. Longitude, 73° 50' 
 W. Moderate wind and sea. Fine and 
 clear. 
 
 Continued confusion as to baths, with 
 signs of clearing. — Ship's company thaw- 
 ing out a bit. — Swimming pool set up in 
 forecastle. — All Harvard men tagged with 
 crimson ribbons and cards bearing respec- 
 tive names. — Ribbons really superfluous 
 for reasons embalmed in song and story, 
 but cards quite a convenience. — Every- 
 body should wear them permanently. — 
 As it is, will never get Williams family 
 straightened out, but will go on record to 
 extent of observation that Miss Sedric 
 Williams is a thoroughbred. — After-din- 
 ner consultation with experts in regard to 
 prevailing household conditions. — Miss 
 Elizabeth Thaxter, teaches domestic 
 science, says there is no domestic science 
 on board. — Mr. Elie Daution, long pre- 
 siding genius at the Lafayette, famed for 
 best food obtainable in New York, when 
 asked opinion of table, smiled with true 
 French politeness and praised the sur- 
 rounding ocean. — Cheer up! — Talk with 
 Mr. Charles B. Wilby. — Jolliest philoso- 
 pher afloat. — Comes from Cincinnati and 
 worships Miss Mary, his daughter. — 
 Right, too. — Wonder how young C. C. 
 Curtis keeps those white flannel suits so 
 neat. — Have discovered that he once 
 danced with Patricia Collinge. — Also 
 wonder where William P. Nugent, Cornell, 
 1916, bought or borrowed his neckwear. — 
 All the Rhinelanders in evidence. — T. J. 
 O. Rhinelander, lawyer, taking long trip 
 on ocean to forget real estate, is pessi- 
 mistic; lectures on moral courage. — 
 Phillip Kip Rhinelander gets up for lunch 
 and wishes he were in Tuxedo. — Motion 
 seconded? — T.J. Oakley Rhinelander, II, 
 shy, but can be persuaded to play poker. 
 — Phillip Rhinelander, II, rumored to 
 have great mechanical and musical abil- 
 ity, but does a prodigious lot of nothing. 
 
 — Captain came through publicly for first 
 time. — Says ought to reach Colon Friday 
 night and begin passage of Canal follow- 
 ing morning. — Low growls from many 
 who would like to take a look at Panama. 
 — Mr. Fish put on coat and emerged from 
 smoking room. — Removed cigar from 
 orifice in which it belonged and made 
 long, dramatic speech to ladies. — Proved 
 woman's suffrage reversion to barbarism. 
 — Disappeared. — Said to be in hiding for 
 rest of voyage. — Why? — Afraid of Miss 
 Selma Sullivan, prominent Ohio suffragist. 
 — Wish she'd catch him and also George 
 H. Tilghmann, '19, who already knows that 
 he doesn't believe in suffrage, either. — 
 Ishams, father and son, look delightfully 
 alike. — So do Mrs. Steele and Miss Adele 
 Steele. — Love to see them together. — 
 
 Extraordinary sunset. — Warmth in 
 plenty, and deck-sleeping becoming 
 popular. — Pleasant dreams. — A few soft 
 snores. 
 
 Tuesday, August 3. S.-S.S.E. wind. 
 Course, S. 4^° W. Distance, 327 miles. 
 Latitude, 25° 57' N. Longitude, 74° 20' 
 W. Light wnnd, slight sea. Fine and 
 clear. 8.40 p.m. passed 5 miles east of 
 San Salvador Island. 
 
Summoned to deck before six by loud 
 explosion. — Proved to be Herbert F. 
 Preston raising Cain about disappearance 
 of steamer rug. — Startled by seeing sun 
 rising on starboard in defiance of conven- 
 tion. — Perfectly natural error in observa- 
 tion. — Apparition was really rubicund 
 countenance of Mr. Ralph May. — 
 Famous as only man on board who never 
 wears Palm Beach suit. — Does wear white 
 hat with green lining. — Also perpetually 
 surprised expression. — Great teller of sea 
 tales. — Otherwise celebrated for kindliness 
 and general efficiency. — Water becoming 
 blue as Mrs. H. A. Tilghmann's eyes. — 
 Manyflyingfish. — Prescott, alias" Rhino," 
 Townsend watching them, said, "I don't 
 see how those birds can stay under water 
 so long." — Getting much livelier. — Shuf- 
 fleboard playing in forecastle. — Other 
 games flourish aft. — Passengers startled 
 by sudden list of ship to port. — Investi- 
 
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 gation showed phenomenon due to fact 
 that Winnie Cowdin, Stamp Willard and 
 Dave Coolidge, preparing for the opening 
 jack.all dropped upon the leather cushions 
 of the portside lounge at the same in- 
 stant. — Admiral A. Wilder Pollard in 
 smoking room making abstruse nautical 
 
 calculations. — Uses book of logarithms. — 
 Wonder and admiration of all Harvard 
 men, none of whom really believed in 
 logarithms. — Freshmen trotted in to 
 observe logarithms in action for first 
 time. — More excitement on deck. — Miss 
 Hedwig Mierswa appeared in hat that did 
 not match her collar.— In afternoon, hat- 
 trimming contest and parade of millinery 
 exhibits. — Nothing more about it here. — 
 Sport editor's job. — Miss Mary W. Pome- 
 roy talking to Mr. Wilby on hurricane 
 deck. — Is an authority on Oriental an- 
 tiquities. — Wouldn't believe it to look at 
 her. — Wonder if she talks about Oriental 
 antiquities when men are standing around 
 three deep.^ — Past a three-master with all 
 sails set. — Lovely sight.— Recalls Mrs. 
 Hibbard in her daily new white dress, but 
 ships can't smile. — Mrs. Hibbard ties 
 broad black ribbon around her head in 
 a manner, competent authorities say, that 
 no one else could get away with. — At 
 night, starboard deck cleared and lighted 
 for dance.— Enjoyable time had by all 
 implicated. — Light seen in distance. — 
 Alleged to be on Watling Island or San 
 Salvador, landfall of Columbus. — Stir on 
 deck.— Caused, as usual at this late hour, 
 by W. H. Slocum trying to round up his 
 daughter, Miss Ruth, who is having the 
 time of her young life. — Miss Ruth finally 
 captured — Retires after customary family 
 lecture. — Deep peace broods over good 
 ship "Finland." 
 
 Wednesday, August J^. S.E.-E.S.E. 
 wind. Various courses. Distance, 316 
 miles. Latitude, 20° 43' N. Longitude, 
 74° 00' W. Light to fresh breeze and 
 moderate sea. 2.20 a.m. to 5.30 a.m. 
 passed through the Crooked Channel. 
 2.00 P.M. Cape Maysi abeam. H.IO p.m. 
 Havassa Isl. abeam. 
 
 All hands piped forward bright and 
 early to see Mr. J. Edward Weld take 
 
celebrated sitting dive into pool. — He 
 does so with great splash, wearing glasses 
 which he covers with both hands. — The 
 Misses Blumer, familiar figures on deck in 
 smock waists and headbands, now appear 
 in bathing costume. — Good swimmers. — 
 Also Miss Elizabeth Granger, Bryn Mawr 
 1917, known as "Diana of the Deck." — 
 Miss Granger reported at dance on especi- 
 ally hot night in blue, fur-edged wrap, 
 head swathed in tulle. — Probably suffered 
 until elderly lady said, "And now that 
 you've made your effect, my dear, why 
 not take it off and be comfortable?" — 
 Says there are just three people on board 
 whom she ever cares to see again. — Ident- 
 ity of lucky three still in doubt. — Lauren 
 Carroll in evidence. — Lawyer and alder- 
 man. — Dresses with great care and always 
 appears with fresh flower in button-hole 
 and shining morning face. — Girls say he is 
 fearless and impartial flirt. — Think they 
 may be mistaken as to impartiality. — Big 
 
 wave broke on port bow, drenching many, 
 including Recording Editor on hurricane 
 deck. — Passed steamer at noon. — After 
 lunch, Cuba clear on starboard. — Beauti- 
 ful, mountainous coast. — Fresh, follow- 
 ing wind gave relief from heat. — Clouds 
 of flying fish.— Chat with Mr. Otto U. 
 Von Schrader. — Comes from St. Louis 
 and has traveled much on horseback on 
 Pacific slope. — Also had audience with 
 Miss A. Von Schrader, enjoying disgust 
 of shoal of admirers. — She has traveled 
 here and abroad, can talk and loves music. 
 — First name, according to special re- 
 porter, is "Akrata." — Grandfather was 
 Greek scholar which accounts for pre- 
 ceding. — Hot-foot poetry contest begun. 
 — Toward evening, troubled island of 
 Hayti appeared to port. — Headed through 
 Windward Passage into Caribbean Sea. — 
 Captain came through ship for second 
 time. — Stars shed golden light on faces 
 of sleepers on decks. 
 
Thursday, August 5. E.-E.N.E. wind. 
 Various courses. Distance, 335 miles. 
 Latitude, 15° 40' N. Longitude, 76° 21' 
 W. Moderate to fresh breeze, rough sea. 
 
 One a First Night on Deck. 
 
 Long roll of the Caribbean. — Consider- 
 able illness, unalleviated by time-honored 
 jests about being "contributors to the 
 Atlantic." — Sea does its worst, being evi- 
 dently peeved because Harvard mis-pro- 
 nunciation stresses second syllable of its 
 name instead of first and third. — Under- 
 stand now why pirates who infested these 
 waters had such nasty dispositions. — 
 Likewise understand why their victims 
 walked the plank so bravely. — Never 
 mind. — Plenty of distinguished com- 
 panions in misery. — Three o'clock, pillow 
 fight on boom across pool. — Highly suc- 
 cessful from standpoint of spectators. — 
 Special swimming hour for ladies estab- 
 lished. — At 4.50 Miss Catherine Say re 
 Burton appears for her special flat dive. 
 — Miss Adele L. Steele has flat dive that is 
 equally popular. — The Newtons rumored 
 to be waiting for a special swimming hour 
 for wedded pairs. — Special deck sleeping 
 regulations being developed. — Sailor John 
 roping off portion of deck at night. — 
 Asked why.— Replied, " It iss a new order. 
 
 De captain says dat after diss de ladiess 
 mus' sleep by demselves and de gentlemen 
 mus' sleep by dereselyes." — J. Edward 
 Weld referred to as "Inspector of ladies' 
 deck sleeping quarters." — Don't know 
 whether or not he especially deserves title. 
 — Varied sleeping customs and costumes. 
 — Miss Mary S. Johnson wears bathing 
 suit. — Looks well with hair streaming in 
 wind. — Miss Lydia Bush wears blue 
 kimono and hair tied with pink ribbon 
 just over left eye. — Miss Bush, English 
 actress of varied talents. — May enter 
 moving-picture field in California. — Miss 
 Daland and Miss Rosamond Elliot claim 
 discovery of port deck as sleeping quarters. 
 
 The Critics. 
 
 1st.. Purist : This sleeping on deck is most unfortunate — 
 very painful to a man of delicate feeling — oughtn't to be allowed. 
 
 2d. Purist : Yes, it's scandalous I Why, last night about 
 half past eleven I came on deck and found a crowd of girls 
 sleeping right by my chair. It quite annoyed me all through 
 my evening smoke. 
 
 — Founders of exclusive "Ladies' Upstairs 
 Sleeping Club." — Annoyed by followers 
 and imitators. — Mrs. Clarence B. Denny 
 one of pioneer sleepers on hurricane deck. 
 — Induced captain to have life-boat 
 
shifted to give more space. — Likewise 
 originator of great bean-bag contest that 
 raged daily on hurricane deck until ap- 
 pearance of plaintive sign, "The officers 
 of the evening watch are trying hard to 
 get a little sleep." — Men sleeping every- 
 where else, especially on hatch covers, fore 
 and aft. — Some don't wake until about 
 9 A.M., and then only after being slammed 
 repeatedly with a hard, hard pillow. — 
 Must have fine tough consciences. — Most 
 original sleeper said to be Mr. Francis 
 Heck, alias "John D. Rockefeller," alias 
 "Unk." — According to report, simply re- 
 moves coat and slumbers on seat cushions 
 of aft entrance hall. — Tale is told of 
 Mr. William Edgar. — Came into smoking 
 room and wailed, "What in Sam Hill shall 
 I do? There's a woman sleeping on my 
 mattress!" — Haven't heard what he did. 
 — Sudden and untimely death of Editor 
 of Log who penned lines above. — Imme- 
 diate burial at sea with affecting services 
 conducted by the Reverend J. Vance of 
 Australia. — Lights out. 
 
 Friday, August 6. E. N.E. wind. 
 Course, S. 30^° W. Distance, 345 miles. 
 Latitude, 10° 43' N. Longitude, 79° 21' 
 W. Fresh breeze, passing rain showers; 
 rough sea and moderate swell. 
 
 Sunlight breaks on swimming tank. — 
 This institution called by that distin- 
 guished lawyer, Mr. W. A. Purrington, 
 "The Pool of Siloam." — Why.'' — Because 
 sleepers lie around it on their mattresses 
 waiting for the spirit to stir the waters. — 
 Evident from above that some lawyers do 
 read their Bibles. — Water polo. — Wendell 
 Townsend, better known as "Hippo," star 
 in this sport. — Big chap, hard to stop. — 
 Long line of Puritan ancestors makes him 
 immune to flirtations. — Growls and chases 
 girls away.^ — Little breeze till after lunch. 
 — Occasional light rains. — Have to talk 
 about weather in places.- — Proper thing 
 
 to do in Logs. — Lightning. — Mist. — In 
 touch with wireless at Isthmus. — Every- 
 body excited. — Much bustling about and 
 talk of going ashore. — Arthur Cushing 
 especially busy, and buzzy as a hive of 
 bees. — Rumors of big slide in Canal. — 
 Don't care, want to see Panama. — Wire- 
 less from Colon. — If arrive before sun- 
 down will be medically inspected and 
 allowed to go ashore for night. — Invita- 
 tion sent to Governor-General Goethals 
 to come to Colon and be feted. — Answer, 
 Governor-General away, but Harvard 
 men on Isthmus will arrange dinner dance 
 at Washington Hotel, Colon. — Disquiet- 
 ing indications that ship won't arrive in 
 time. — Said to have lost some hours by 
 deviating from course to avoid storm. — 
 Dusk.^ — Shadowy mountains. — Clustered 
 lights of Colon and curve of bright lamps 
 of Cristobal. — Anchor at 6.30, too late for 
 inspection. — No shore leave, no dance. — 
 Great disappointment, especially in 
 younger set. — Murmurs and mutterings 
 of mutiny. — Alleged conspiracy to seize 
 boats and capture town. — Robert L. 
 Buell, Miss Anne F. Hardon, Stephen D. 
 Hurlburt, Sherwood Rollins, Miss Louise 
 Inches, Miss Sedric W. Williams, Mrs. 
 Cary and Augustus Hemenway impli- 
 cated. — Plot abandoned after consulta- 
 tion with learned counsel. Attorneys 
 Shattuck, Fish, Carroll, Clifford, Joy, 
 Hackett, Eder, Rogers, Potts, Austin and 
 Monroe. — Penalties too severe and rowing 
 too hard. — Pervading gloom. — well known 
 member of younger set drowns sorrows in 
 customary fashion. — Better make it less 
 customary. — To bed betimes, for rest 
 before early morning visit of health 
 officer. — Dreams of alligators, monkeys, 
 spigotties, palms, pineapples and pirates. 
 
 Friday, August 6. Wind, variable. 
 Course, S. 30^° W. Distance, 87 miles. 
 At 7.54 P.M. entered Colon Harbor. 
 
8.15 P.M. anchored. Moderate breeze, 
 heavy rain and thunder squalls. 
 
 Saturday, August 7. At 6.30 a.m. health 
 officer boarded ship; 8.00 a.m. health 
 officer left and pilot boarded. At 
 10.05 A.M. hove anchor and proceeded. 
 
 Routed out of nice, warm berths at 
 5.30 A.M. by bugle call for medical inspec- 
 tion. — Long, hungry wait for port phy- 
 sician. — All derogatory remarks about 
 aforesaid physician sternly suppressed by 
 medical students, Messrs. George B. 
 Wilbur and George H. Bigelow. — Fledg- 
 ling M.D.'s strong on professional 
 courtesy. — Watch pelicans, rubber-neck 
 sea-gulls, vultures, killikalloo birds, etc., 
 flying round and snatching provender 
 from waves. — Back fins of sharks appear. 
 — Professor W. H. Schofield leaning over 
 rail talking about Cuchulain, Diarmuid 
 and other Celtic heroes and watching 
 sharks. — Glasses fall overboard. — Shark 
 winks starboard eye, dives, reappears 
 wearing glasses. — Looks very wise. — Also 
 rakish. — Dr. C. B. Meding, eye-specialist 
 says very remarkable case. — Sharks gen- 
 erally prefer monocles. — Professor Scho- 
 field much displeased. — Condemned to 
 wear big glasses with tortoise-shell rims 
 for remainder of voyage. — They mar his 
 beauty and make folks inquire "Is he 
 twenty or forty?" — Submarines rushing 
 around. — Much like sharks. — Glad to 
 see American colors on them. — Strictly 
 neutral comment. — Medical inspector at 
 last comes over side. — Ship's company 
 marches in single file around deck to be 
 inspected. — Distinctly see Miss Louise 
 Inches and Miss Elizabeth Granger stick 
 out tongues at inspector. — Inspection con- 
 sists of mention of inspected or suspected 
 individual's name, a look and a nod. — 
 Everybody accounted for but A. Hennen 
 Morris and son, — Great hue and cry for 
 Morrises. — Can't go ashore till they are 
 
 checked off list. — After an hour's delay, 
 discovered, waked up, chased on deck in 
 pajamas, bath robes and things. — Nice 
 man, Hennen Morris. — Pleasant, and 
 popular with younger element. — Literary 
 inclinations. — Thinks most beautiful line 
 in English poetry is, " Under the haystack, 
 fast asleep." — A few of ship's company 
 board launch, go to Colon, take early 
 train for Panama.— Most stay on board 
 while ship heaves anchor and steams into 
 entrance of Canal. — Go through Gatun 
 Locks towed by mule engines. — Enter 
 Gatun Lake about 12.30 and anchor 
 opposite spillway. — Two hundred pass- 
 engers take Harvard Club special train 
 to Panama. — Others stay by ship. — Say! 
 How is anybody going to keep a log with 
 everybody scattering all over the Isthmus? 
 — Never mind. — Work it out somehow. — 
 Talk first of trip to Panama. — Interesting 
 scenery en route, — Banana, plantain and 
 coco palms. — Striking foliage. — Vines and 
 orchids. — Drowned forest and jungle bor- 
 dering lake. — Lots of local color, varying 
 from Jamaica coal black through saddle 
 color, faint yellow to almost white. — Set- 
 tlements and posts with neatly screened 
 houses. — Soldiers in khaki, — Frijoles, 
 Chagres, Gorgona, Obispo, Culebra, 
 Pedro Miguel, Miraflores, Corozal and 
 other places with endearing names. — 
 Panama thriving tropical town with 
 pleasant, curly streets. — Clap your hands 
 and rattle-trap drawn by alleged horse 
 appears from no-where to take you any- 
 where. — Stop at Tivoli Hotel. — Naval 
 officers giving dinner with dances be- 
 tween courses. — In white dress uniforms 
 look like male chorus in comic opera, — 
 Fill out clothes much better, however, — 
 Some of our Argonauts stay at Tivoli. — 
 Others take 10.30 train back to Gatun. — 
 Another editor of Log lost in jungle and 
 devoured by jaguars, tapirs, armadillos 
 and pelicans. Requiescat in pieces. 
 
The Locks at Gafun 
 From the Bridge of the "Finland" Looking Forward. 
 
 Saturday, August 7. At 12.17 p.m. to 
 1.30 P.M. passed through Gatun Locks. 
 At 2.00 P.M. moored ship (on account of 
 a serious sUde in the Culebra Cut) along- 
 side the South approach wall of the Gatun 
 Locks. 
 
 Sunday, August 8. W.-N.W. wind. 
 
 Light rain. — Purser reports may start 
 at ten. — We don't. — Watch birds. — Dar- 
 kies fishing. — Great luck. — Syrian comes 
 on board selling Panama hats and brilliant 
 scarfs. — Big business. — Submarine comes 
 up into lake and plays around. — Ab- 
 sentees in Panama have busy day. — Some 
 run out to Old Panama, five miles from 
 present city. — Fine old ruins of church 
 and fort burned by the pirate Morgan, 
 some time B. C. — In afternoon, a pretty 
 
 good cockfight and later a very poor bull- 
 fight. — Drive around town and into 
 country. — Lots of lizards. — They like to 
 bask in sun like Joseph Linden Smith. — 
 Miss Elizabeth Thaxter nervous about 
 these treacherous tropical towns. — Fears 
 being stabbed in back. — Also scared of 
 brigands, cockroaches and red ants. — 
 Mrs. George C. Buell of Rochester, N. Y., 
 interested in gardens. — Would like to dig 
 up a few palms and take 'era along. — 
 Can't be done. — Duty probably too high. 
 — Mr. William G. Hibbard, Jr., makes 
 great hit with his perfect tropical clothing. 
 — Wears Palm Beach evening clothes. — 
 Mistaken for officer by tropical beauty 
 who naively inquires his rank. — He 
 answers, "Ship's dentist." — Don't ap- 
 prove of such levity. — Let's turn in. 
 
Monday, August 9. Calm, wind S.W. 
 -N.W. 
 
 Breeze light. — Strong enough, however, 
 to waft perfume from garbage scow on 
 port side. — Usual speculation as to time 
 and date of sailing. — Rumored that only 
 twelve feet of water in cut. — General 
 Edwards says worst slide yet.— Can't be 
 cleared till Wednesday or Thursday. — 
 Great dredge passes on way to cut. — 
 Many go ashore to Colon. — Natives pro- 
 nounce name of town just like " Cologne." 
 — Reason not obvious, but Hotel Wash- 
 ington fine place with refreshing swim- 
 ming pool. — Ecclesiastical fishing party. 
 — Our Bishop, the Right Reverend 
 Michael Francis Fallon of London, Ont., 
 his Dean, the Very Reverend Dennis 
 Joseph Downey of Windsor, Ont., and his 
 fidns Achates, the Reverend Michael 
 Joseph Brady of Wallaceburg, Ont., pull 
 them in like Gloucestermen. — Bishop, 
 especially, is great fisherman.- — Just like 
 St. Peter. — Catches lots of tarpon and 
 snook.— Miss A. R. Woisard watching 
 and composing poem on subject.- — Begins 
 
 "It's nice to be a Bishupp 
 And pull the little fish up." 
 
 Panama contingent enjoying themselves, 
 but nervous about possible starting of 
 ship without them. — In evening visit 
 University Club. — Later, Cadillac roof 
 garden. — This is the Panama sky-scraper, 
 perhaps six stories high. — No elevator. 
 — Guests coming down, pass endless chain 
 of darkies carrying drinks from basement 
 and going down with empties. — Panama 
 not strictly Prohibition. — Moreover, has 
 cabarets where you can hear nearly as bad 
 singing as you can in New York. — Hurrah 
 for progress!— On "Finland," man and 
 woman enter captain's cabin and wake 
 up captain to tell him to be sure to hold 
 ship till 12.30 to-morrow as they want to 
 go to Panama. — Deck sleepers driven be- 
 
 low by hard rain. — Recording Editor 
 resting calmly at the Tivoli. — Ha! ha! 
 
 Tuesday, August 10. Variable wind. 
 
 Reported that ship will positively start. 
 — Also that another slide is on.— Also that 
 there is thirty -five feet of water in cut. — 
 Other boats start and come back. — Bul- 
 letin, as usual, says, "ship will sail at 
 noon." — Deep-sea joker has written be- 
 low, "What day?" — At 11 o'clock, an- 
 nouncement that time of departure is 
 10.30 to-morrow. — Chief amusement on 
 board is having hand held by Miss 
 Margery J. Smith, whose palm-reading 
 is occult wonder of the age. — Miss Smith 
 says there is one man on board whose 
 hand she positively will not hold. — Know 
 whoheis. — Too polite to tell. — Contributor 
 sends limerick on Miss Smith, — entitled, 
 " Why We Have Been Delayed at Gatun : " 
 
 A cute little palm-reading witch 
 Read fortunes so varied and rich 
 
 That the palms from both banks 
 
 Came trooping in ranks 
 Till they choked up the whole blooming 
 ditch. 
 
 Talking of palms: — Miss Helen I. Haight 
 expressed longing for picture of a lone 
 palm against the sky. — Gallant Mr. 
 George Fox Atlee responds " Here ! ", hold- 
 ing up outspread hand.^ — Highly effective 
 snapshot.— Dance on deck. — Pretty hot. 
 — That's all till to-morrow. 
 
 Wednesday, August 11. At 1.24 p.m. 
 left Gatun and proceeded through the 
 lake. From 5.15 to 5.55 p.m. passed 
 through the Culebra Cut assisted by two 
 tugs. 6.30 P.M. entered Pedro Miguel 
 Locks; 7.35 cleared Locks. 7.50 p.m. 
 entered Miraflores Locks; 9.15 cleared 
 Locks. 10.00 P.M. passed Balboa. 11.00 
 
cleared Canal, discharged pilot and pro- 
 ceeded on voyage. 
 
 Expert opinions of two pilots on ques- 
 tion of the hour.^ — One says we positively 
 will start. — Other says we positively 
 won't. — Rumor of another slide. — Purser 
 predicts sailing at 11. — Everybody doubts 
 everything. — Long morning. — Telephone 
 line to shore cut. — Looks promising. — 
 Stragglers from Panama, Colon, Gatun 
 and way-stations flock aboard. — Gang- 
 way lifted. — Ropes cast off. — Get a move 
 on at 1.24 and proceed up lake. — Red 
 buoys to starboard, white to port show 
 channel. — Landmarks in shape of white 
 towers fore and aft give ship exact direc- 
 tion. — Pass Bolton Castle and Hercules. — 
 
 Floating foliage. — Channel narrowing. — 
 Other vessels drop astern, one by one. — 
 We have right of way. — Reach mouth of 
 Chagres and enter Culebra Cut. — Signal 
 that eight vessels are coming through 
 from Pacific— They pass.— Two of them 
 Peruvians. — We go forward hauled by 
 tugs. — Whole population, civil and mili- 
 tary, crest the hills, shouting.— Culebra 
 on starboard. Gold Hill, port, both fur- 
 rowed by traces of former slides and clear- 
 ing work. — Foaming cascades. — Snap- 
 shooters busy. — Young A. W. Knauth 
 (please pronounce the initial "K") ex- 
 ceedingly active, taking pictures from 
 perilous positions. — Everybody forward. 
 — Tense excitement and general silence. 
 
— Critical point of passage. — Vessel be- 
 hind us swings her bow to port, completely 
 blocking channel. — Various theories of 
 purpose of manoeuvre. — Slight shuddering 
 through vessel twice as she scrapes bot- 
 tom. — Our bow clears the cut. — Rattle 
 of rockfall from Culebra Hill salutes us as 
 we emerge. — Negro bugler in shack on 
 brow of Gold Hill. — Variously shaded 
 family around him. — Chair tilted, feet on 
 railing of porch. — Plays "The Star- 
 Spangled Banner." — All uncover and 
 stand at attention. — Loud cheers. — 
 Bugler obliges with "My Old Kentucky 
 Home," and other moving selections. — 
 Enthusiastic mutual congratulations. — 
 We go right on regardless of coming dark- 
 ness. — Through the lock at Pedro Miguel 
 in the evening. — Through the locks at 
 Miraflores between 8 and 9 o'clock. — 
 Beautiful effect of bright lamps of locks 
 in the darkness. — Off Balboa, stop to take 
 on laundry. — Negroes in power boat bring 
 on three great hampers.^ — Delay for sort- 
 ing out everybody's shirts and collars. — 
 Demostrates advantage of Socialistic gray 
 flannel shirts. — Don't need washing. — 
 Cutter comes out of darkness. — Two 
 elderly lady passengers, coming from Bal- 
 boa. — Hoisted aboard on a life-boat amid 
 cheers. — Lights of Balboa fall behind. — 
 Taboga Island. — Starry sky. — Out on the 
 broad Pacific. — Good ocean to sleep on. 
 
 Thursday, August 12. Wind, variable. 
 Various courses. Distance, 195 miles. 
 Latitude, 7° 06' N. Longitude, 81° 28' 
 W. Light winds, cloudy weather, and 
 lightning; smooth sea. 4.55 a.m. passed 
 3 miles off Cape Mala. 1.12 p.m. passed 
 6 miles off Jicarita Isl. 3.30 p.m. passed 
 9 miles off Montmosa Isl. 4.50 p.m. 
 passed S.S. "Kroonland" bound East. 
 
 Early morning baths resumed. — Pacific 
 water just as good as Atlantic article. — 
 Mountainous coast of Panama to star- 
 
 board. — Said to be out of communication 
 with land. — Matching shore experiences 
 the order of the day. — Comparison of 
 losses a leading feature. — Question raised 
 who has done most losing. — W. G. Hib- 
 bard lost a front tooth. — Gaping abyss in 
 
 He: I wish I had bought you something in Panama o« a 
 souvenir of our friendship — a monkey or a cocoanut, or 
 something. 
 
 upper row of incisors. — Arthur P. Gushing 
 lost a beard. — Had worn it thirty-five 
 years, but, like a true knight, had it 
 shaved at Panama on suggestion of a 
 lovely lady. — Samson and Delilah. — Has 
 evidently lost strength, like the shorn 
 Samson. — Is quieter, and doesn't order 
 stewards 'round the way he did formerly. 
 — Miss Catherine Sayre Burton claims 
 
record for quantity in losing. — Has lost 
 4 books, 2 sewing bags, 1 steamer pillow, 
 1 bathing suit. — No, says she hasn't lost 
 1 heart. — Miss Pauline Pollard claims 
 record on basis of value and frequency. — 
 Lost diamond bracelet once in washroom 
 of Tivoli, and again at foot of stairway in 
 ship. — Awarded decision as best loser. — 
 Everybody loves a good loser. — Game of 
 the day, "Culebra Cut and Run." — 
 Sporting Editor, do your duty! — Whale 
 sighted on starboard bow, spouting. — 
 Envy among spouters on deck. — Por- 
 poises tumbling. — Turtles flopping. — Pass 
 "Kroonland," eastward bound.— Must 
 set back watches three hours before reach- 
 ing port. — Upsets meal hours, frightfully. 
 — Hurricane deck closed to sleepers. — 
 Don't care. — Can sleep anywhere. — Good 
 night. 
 
 Friday, August 13. S.W. wind. Course 
 West N. 62° W. Distance, 348 miles. 
 Latitude, 9° 41' N. Longitude, 86° 40' W. 
 Light to moderate breeze, cloudy and 
 heavy lightning, smooth sea. 
 
 Friday, August 13. — Unlucky day. — 
 Change of time makes breakfast twenty 
 minutes later. — Great hunger in conse- 
 quence. — Deck, with late sleepers, looks 
 like emergency hospital. — Always trip- 
 ping up on scattered hairpins. — Faint 
 blue mass on starboard. — Alleged to be 
 coast of Nicaragua. — W. K. Hallstead 
 says it can't be, because Nicaragua, in his 
 geography, isn't blue but shrimp pink. — 
 He is just out of Princeton and must be 
 right. — Lots of porpoises. — Athletics cul- 
 tivated in porpoise schools and colleges. — 
 Specialty, high jump and somersault. — 
 Perhaps their way of giving college yell. — 
 
Mrs. Arthur K. Stone writing poem to be 
 called "The Purposes of Porpoises." — 
 Blocked by need of a rhyme to "por- 
 poise." — Lawyers Ashmead, Worthington, 
 Weld, Eder, BuUard, Wilber, Purrington, 
 Gushing, Hardon, Wade and Hawes, im- 
 mediately and in chorus suggest "Habeas 
 Corpus," thereby saving the day and 
 poem. — Lots of water polo, morning and 
 afternoon. — Miss Hedwig Mierswa ap- 
 pears in seventh impressive costume. — 
 Hats always match collars and bells. 
 — Hence, generally known as "Hattie." — 
 Entertainment in salon, forward. — Uncle 
 Joe Smith tells tale of wanderings in the 
 Orient to great delight of his many 
 nephews and nieces. — Arthur Guiterman 
 reads immortal verses, including epic on 
 "Finland." — Wild enthusiasm. — Ship il- 
 luminated. — Green light, starboard; red 
 light, port; another at masthead. — Balmy 
 slumber. 
 
 Saturday, August 1^. W.S.W. wind. 
 Course, N. 63° W. Distance, 352 miles. 
 Latitude, 12° 21' N. Longitude, 92° 00' 
 W. Light to moderate breeze and corre- 
 sponding sea. Cloudy and lightning. 
 
 More whales, — Lots of whales. — Por- 
 tents of great happenings. — Portents ful- 
 filled. — Log Committee meets and lays 
 foundations of this great work. — Turtles. 
 — Big turtles. — Pacific Ocean full of 
 turtles. — So many turtles that water polo 
 players report flavor of water in tank to 
 be just like that of turtle soup served in 
 dining salon, only stronger, richer, and 
 less salty. — One funnel steamer on port 
 bow. — Bulletin board blossoming with 
 poems and cartoons. — Heaps of talent on 
 board. — Only a modicum of its produc- 
 tions included here for lack of space. — So 
 sorry! — Elaborate smuggling game, "Un- 
 accustomed Customs," feature of day. 
 — Also singing by J. Edward Weld. — 
 Steamer towing ship on port side. — At 
 
 night. Sailor John the Strong Man does 
 stunts, aft. — Wrestled with powerful 
 elastic bands. — Extricated himself from 
 all kinds of hard nautical knots. — Makes 
 silver dollar run around spinning sun- 
 shade. — Glad to see some one who can 
 make a dollar go so far. — Sticks himself 
 full of long pins, needles and other femi- 
 nine conveniences, without wincing. — 
 Useful man to have along on picnic. — 
 Human pin-cushion. — Make some girl a 
 good husband.— Dance on starboard deck, 
 with colored lights. — Well-earned repose. 
 
 Sunday, August 15. West wind. 
 Course, N. 62|° W. Distance, 340 miles. 
 Latitude, 14° 58' N. Longitude 97° 10' W. 
 Moderate to fresh breeze, fine clear 
 weather, moderate sea. 
 
Sunday, August 15. — Day begins quiet- 
 ly, with prospects of more excitement. — 
 Question raised, "Shall men leave ship at 
 San Diego and take train for San Fran- 
 cisco to banquet, deserting wives?" — 
 Verdict, mostly, is "No!" — Votes for 
 Women ! — Accident. — Cleopatra, black 
 cat attached to galley watch, in great 
 pain. — Port side forward paw severely 
 lame. — Consultation of Doctors Enos H. 
 Bigelow, P. J. Finnigan, Calvin Gates 
 Page and Arthur K. Stone. — Decide not 
 to operate. — Hopes that paw will mend 
 by first intention. — Cleopatra left, resting 
 comparatively easily. — Great Hippo Fight 
 in tank. — Wonder how Mr. Frederic A. 
 Delano's associates on Federal Reserve 
 Board would like copies of a snapshot of 
 their distinguished and dignified confrere 
 in skirts, mantilla and curls as the Infanta 
 of The Spillway? — Essential parts of 
 Mr. Delano's costume contributed by his 
 daughters. — Just received an essay on the 
 Misses Delano. — Begins, "The Delano 
 Sisters: There are about twelve feet of 
 Delano sisters, chiefly done up in cretonne 
 and beads." — Another essay on same en- 
 trancing subject says, "They are proper, 
 conventional, womanly. Play bean-bag 
 daily, talk only to Chosen Few. Origi- 
 nating in Chicago, they have assumed the 
 court manner of Washington." — Such ex- 
 tended observation is marked tribute to 
 personality. — At 3, steamer passes on port 
 side. — Bird perches on our foremost mast. 
 — Uncle Joe Smith tells stories. — Fine 
 sunset. — Wonderful cloud effects. — Nor- 
 man Alexander Buckley says Nature does 
 these things quite well at times. — He is an 
 artist and ought to know. — Uncle Joe 
 Smith lampooned on bulletin board by 
 Miss Lydia Bush. — In retaliation gives 
 dinner in her honor. — Doesn't poison her 
 tea, either. — If editors were treated to 
 dinner for such reasons, they would be- 
 come too weighty for oflSce chairs. — 
 
 Sudden burst of rain at night clears decks 
 of sleepers. — Sleeping, otherwise, done 
 successfully. 
 
 Monday, August 16. Wind, West — 
 Var. Course, N. 62|° W. Distance, 341 
 miles. Latitude, 17° 36' N. Longitude, 
 102° 22' W. Variable winds, heavy rain 
 showers, thunder and lightning, moderate 
 sea. 5.38 p.m. passed 4 miles off Point 
 Telmo. 10.00 p.m. passed 17 miles off 
 Manzanillo. 
 
 Clearing. — Coast of Mexico seen. — 
 Wonderfully distinct. — High mountains. 
 — Dr. Andrew Oliver says they're not a 
 bit like Fuji Yama. — Believe him. — He 
 has been there, written about it and 
 doesn't look as if he would impose on 
 unsuspicious editor. — Edward Conway 
 Cullinan says he can see a Revolution in 
 process of revoluting. — Don't believe /jim. 
 — He used to be a sporting editor. — Also 
 
^4 NUij- 
 OLhNCHE 
 
 raised and sold race horses. — Also sells 
 insurance. — No signs of habitation on 
 coast until large white building, possibly 
 light house, comes in sight. — Dinner. — 
 Fight shy of eggs and fish. — Can tell num- 
 ber of days out by relative unfreshness of 
 aforementioned. — Burt Brothers don't eat 
 olives. — They grow 'em. — Band is neu- 
 tral. — Never plays Tipperary, the Mar- 
 seillaise, or Die Wacht am Rhein. — Vari- 
 ous class pictures taken, foreward. — Cleo- 
 patra, the black cat of the galley watch, 
 largely recovered from late indisposition. 
 — Cordial mutual congratulations of medi- 
 ical faculty in attendance. — Report of 
 case to be published in The Lancet. — 
 Customs blanks passed around. — Have 
 bravely decided not to declare goods 
 bought in Panama, but to smuggle in 
 1 pack of cigarettes, 1 cake of soap, 1 tooth 
 brush. — Hope to put it over. — Showers, — 
 Thunder and lightning. — Greatest sunset 
 ever, with double rainbow framing it. — 
 Mrs. Page, real artist, approves, but 
 
 thinks coloring slightly overdone in 
 streaks. — Early sleepers on deck in pictur- 
 esque attitudes. — Rest of us prepare to be 
 privately picturesque in our own little 
 bunks. — Buenas Noches! 
 
 Tuesday, August 17. Wind, West— 
 Var. Course, N. 60°, 54° W. Distance, 
 344 miles. Latitude, 20° 45' N. Longi- 
 tude, 107° 26' W. Variable winds, pass- 
 ing rain showers, thunder and lightning, 
 slight sea. 
 
 Kindergarten of little porpoises to port, 
 leaping straight up into air. — Porpoises 
 don't learn to jump in curves, or to somer- 
 sault until they are graduated to schools 
 or colleges. — Non-Harvard photograph 
 taken. — Group of George Lauder Car- 
 negie, Joseph Linden Smith, Frederick P. 
 Keppel, Arthur Guiterman, Attilla Cox, 
 Sailor John (real name, Hans), monkey, 
 pup, various kittens and toucan. — La- 
 belled "The Outlaws."— Sorry Mrs. Car- 
 negie doesn't join the group. — Lady whom 
 everybody admires.— Orchestra at dinner 
 plays Irish melodies. — Compliment to 
 Rhinelander family. — Also plays "Dixie." 
 Frenzied applause from Atlee and others 
 who have been in Virginia. — Elimination 
 dancing contest at night. — Enlivened by 
 vociferous objections, by spectators, to 
 judge's eliminations. — Judge Joe Smith 
 restores order by threatening to make 
 eliminated dancers leave ship. — Lively 
 night. — Sing Keppel to sleep on hatch 
 cover aft. — Drop kitten on him to keep 
 him company. — Right thing to do. — 
 Keppel is Dean of Men at Columbia 
 University School of Arts. — Good, live 
 Dean. — Everybody puts kittens on him 
 when he goes to rest. — Kittens like it, and 
 sleep well.— Keppel's title on board is 
 "Dean of Kittens." — Oh, yes! It is 
 Arthur P. Cushing's birthday.- — He passes 
 around pieces of birthday cake. — Gives 
 Recording Editor some. — Nice, rich cake. 
 
— Must treat Gushing kindly in Log. — 
 Editor expires of acute indigestion. 
 
 Wednesday, August 18. Wind, W.N.W. 
 Course, N. 52° W. Distance, 341 miles. 
 Latitude, 24° 15' N. Longitude, 112° 
 17' W. Light to fresh breeze and corre- 
 sponding sea, cloudy and clear. 
 
 Opposite Lower California. — Take it on 
 faith.— Haze obscures land. — Fine tank 
 steamer passes us rapidly. — All tanks, 
 developed and in embryo, on deck to 
 salute her.^ — Getting cooler.^Finals in 
 Hot-Foot Poetry Contest run off.^ — Sup- 
 ply of ice cream has given out. — Glad it 
 didn't happen in the tropics. — Should be 
 in San Francisco according to schedule. — 
 Uneventful day. — View of deck livened up 
 by passage of Miss Sedric Williams, — 
 Wears vivid symphonies of green, red, 
 pink, blue and yellow. — Fearless and 
 frank young lady of great executive abil- 
 ity and adventurous nature. — Enjoyed 
 cockfight and bullfight in Panama. — 
 Evening. — Looking for Ralph May. — 
 One of Younger Set suggests that he may 
 be on the I. P. G. — This, it appears, is 
 nickname for hurricane deck.^ — Stands for 
 Imperial Petting Grounds. — Fail to grasp 
 the application or implication. — Story of 
 event in this locality.— Ladies' names, of 
 course, fictitious. — Young Theodore Shel- 
 don spent evening in moonlight with 
 sweet young thing in white dress. — After 
 an hour or two, said tenderly, "Imogen, 
 it seems perfectly absurd to be calling you 
 Miss Brown." — Laughter. — White dress 
 was occupied by Miss Alice Jones. — That 
 will do for the present. — Bonne nuit. 
 
 Thursday, August 19. Wind, W.N.W.- 
 N.W. Course, N. 42°, 22° W. Distance, 
 349 miles. Latitude, 28° 44' N. Longi- 
 tude 116° 20' W. Fresh breeze and rough 
 sea, hazy weather. 
 
 Cool tang to morning plunge. — Pass- 
 engers in street clothes, overcoats and 
 sweaters. — Weld in bathing suit, shivering 
 on the chilly deck, by the tank, some- 
 thing like Casabianea. — Has a date for a 
 swim with Miss Akrata Von Schrader. — 
 Nothing doing.— Wonder, sometimes, if 
 girls make a point of not keeping dates? — 
 But why worry? — Our withers are un- 
 wrung, and the buckwheat cakes at break- 
 fast are fine.— Land still hidden in mist. — 
 Routine of life on board much as usual, 
 but a certain eager, unrest evident. — 
 Everyone stirred up by prospect of reach- 
 ing San Diego to-morrow. — In evening. 
 
 Joseph Linden Smith makes announce- 
 ment of winners of Hot-Foot Poetry Con- 
 test. — Prize winning poem read by Pro- 
 fessor Schofield, con expressione. — Three 
 cheers for Uncle Joe Smith proposed and 
 given vociferously. — Notice that baggage 
 for San Diego must be ready at 9 this 
 evening. — Great hustling in consequence. 
 — Business of getting money from purser, 
 
also of making schedules of tips. — Fare- 
 well celebrations. — Dancing. — Parties in 
 smoking room. — Smaller parties, gener- 
 ally of less than three, in secluded corners 
 of decks. — Unromantic persons turn in 
 betimes for a good rest preparatory to 
 the activities of the morrow. — Gute 
 nacht! 
 
 Friday, August 20. Wind, N.W. 
 Course, N. 12° W. Distance, 240 miles. 
 At 5.30 A.M. arrived off San Diego Bar 
 and stopped for pilot; 5.35 proceeded into 
 Harbor. At 5.53 a.m. received Health 
 officer; at 6.20 a.m. Health officer left. 
 6.37 a.m. moored ship alongside San Diego 
 Pier; Landed passengers and baggage for 
 San Diego. At 9.05 a.m. left San Diego 
 Pier. 9.55 a.m. stopped outside San Diego 
 Bar; discharged pilot and proceeded at 
 10.00 A.M. 10.07 a.m. Point Loma. 
 
 Enter San Diego harbor at daybreak, 
 accompanied by cloud of gulls. — Many 
 more gulls than would be seen in an 
 Eastern port. — Must remember that 
 everything in California is "more than," 
 "the most," "the largest," "the finest," 
 "the best." — About 9 o'clock, many pass- 
 engers say farewell to the "Finland." — 
 Helped down the steepest gangplank ever, 
 by strong Sailor John. — Considerable de- 
 lay waiting for customs inspection. — 
 Duty charged on purchases in Panama. — 
 No exemption. — Government theory is 
 that $100 exemption applies only to pass- 
 engers coming from foreign port. — "Fin- 
 land " is coastal steamer, from New York 
 to San Diego, so all foreign-bought goods 
 dutiable. — Beautiful point, isn't it? — 
 Volunteer Harvard autos take "Fin- 
 landers" to their destinations. — Most go 
 to U. S. Grant Hotel, and then out to 
 fair grounds. — Fair a perfect gem in unity, 
 coloring and atmosphere. — Spanish 
 dancers the best ever. — Auto trip south 
 across Mexican border into Tia Juana. — 
 
 Can tell you are in Mexico with eyes 
 closed by bumpiness of roads. — Tia Juana 
 is Spanish for Aunt Jane.— Notable for 
 being wide open town, with all sorts of 
 gambling in full blast. 
 
 Friday, August 20. Wind, N.W. 
 Course, N. 42° W. Distance, 27 miles. 
 Latitude, 32° 58' N. Longitude, 117° 38' 
 W. Light breeze, moderate swell. Very 
 hazy. 3.45 p.m. passed San Pedro. 9.25 
 P.M. passed Sta. Barbara. 
 
 Kindly aeroplane escorts ship down 
 harbor. — Also lot of gulls. — Fog, lighted 
 up and finally routed by sunshine. — Last 
 surviving Editor of Log wanders about 
 like one who treads alone, banquet hall 
 deserted. — Decks seem strangely vacant. 
 — Strikingly clean. — Too much space 
 everywhere. — No one to bump into. — 
 Look in vain for Uncle Joe. — The Delano 
 corner deserted. — Ascend to Olympic 
 sanctity of Captain's cabin. — Large airy 
 rooms. — Fine view.— Charming place. — 
 Good cigars. — Captain himself does not 
 smoke. — Best type of sea-captain. — 
 Sturdy build. — Fine blue eye. — Many 
 years experience. — Says with twinkle that 
 this voyage has been unique in many 
 ways. — Impossible not to like Captain 
 Prager. — A real man. — California coast 
 to starboard.— Sunlit ranges of yellow 
 brown hills. — The Captain says our steer- 
 ing done by electricity.— A finger alters 
 course. — No job for nervous man. — 
 Schools of tuna play about ship. — Large 
 chubby fish built something like seal. — 
 Have curious beaks. — Love to ride crest 
 and jump into next wave. — Passengers 
 cluster along rail and applaud tuna, who 
 respond with generous encores. — Whale 
 discovered by Mrs. Chauncey Hackett. — 
 Realizing that he is discovered whale bows 
 politely, dives, and spouts three times. — 
 Little life on deck. — What there are of us 
 gather in small groups for reading aloud. 
 
— Theodore Sheldon, Arthur Johnson 
 mellifluously dispensing serious hterature 
 to fascinated groups.— Lovely evening 
 light on hills. — S.S. "Harvard," bound for 
 San PVancisco passes us as if we were 
 standing still. — Turbine-driven, she will 
 pass in Golden Gate hours ahead of us. — 
 Touching poem appears on bulletin board, 
 entitled" Sea Weed Widows." — See Poetry 
 Department. — Dinner shows great gaps 
 in the ranks. — Cheer up! — Beauty re- 
 mains though chivalry has deserted. — 
 Several Johnsons and Williams still on 
 1 ard. — Most sympathetic attentions of 
 ? wards. — Late in evening lone editor 
 \ Iks ghostly decks, peopled with faint 
 f ms huddled on airy mattresses. — Pale 
 f am shows phantom pool lively with 
 r seless swimmers. — Familiar shape out- 
 1 id in white on boom gracefully nursing 
 k "e, presides. — It is immaterial essence 
 Uncle Joseph Linden Smith in favorite 
 a itude. — Substantially -built, trans- 
 p ent figure of Ned Weld springs noise- 
 h ly into pool in sitting attitude. — Down 
 t dark deck fairy outlines spring up and 
 f) e, silently coming and going, crowding 
 a lut with inaudible rustling. — Time to 
 ti n in. — Wail from crow's nest "A-a- 
 a 5 Wel-1-l-l!" — Probably so. — Leave 
 d k to ghosts, and let Captain Vander- 
 decken — beg pardon — Prager — guide 
 u> through darkness. 
 
 Saturday, August 21. Wind, N.W. — 
 Var. Courses, various. Distance, 353 
 miles. Latitude, 36° 51' N. Longitude, 
 112° 17' W. Fresh breeze to calm, rough 
 sea to smooth, hazy and foggy. 9.25 a.m. 
 Point Sur abeam. 1.19 p.m. Pigeon Point 
 abeam. 
 
 Among survivors, fit though few, the 
 Harvard group still outnumber Outlaws. 
 — "About six of one and Harvard dozen 
 of the other" quotes former Lampoon 
 man, looking along unfrequented deck. — 
 
 Vessel plunges into dense fog. — Whistle 
 hoots at frequent intervals, always com- 
 ing just after you have given up expecting 
 it. — Popular pastimes: Auction, packing, 
 "Seeing Boots," advertising for lost 
 articles. — "Seeing Boots" difficult optical 
 achievement. Boots being only about 33/2 
 feet high. — Difficulty obviated by Boots 
 himself who pays round of calls, inquiring 
 delicately: "Have you seen me. Sir?" — 
 Several Bostonians, unused to vernacular, 
 answer little to the purpose, saying not 
 only have they not seen him but they 
 have never seen anyone like him. — Much 
 sending of Marconis. — Purser suddenly 
 becomes most popular man on board. — 
 Popularity declines when it appears that 
 he has no change smaller than 20 dollar 
 bills.— Many goodbyes.^Most effusive 
 farewells between people who later see 
 each other for hours docking and waiting 
 for customs examination. — "You must be 
 sure to come and see us" favorite expres- 
 sion. — Increasing excitement on part of 
 Cushing, Sheldon and others who wonder 
 whether they can reach dinner of Asso- 
 ciated Harvard Clubs. — Last surviving 
 Editor of Log dies unobtrusively and is 
 buried in misty Pacific at sea, off Golden 
 Gate. — Had been suffering for several 
 days from hopeless case of Cacoethes 
 Scribendi. Last words were: "/c/t habe 
 geliebt und gelogget." — Fog very dense. — 
 Lifts as excellent ship "Finland" passes 
 through Golden Gate, just enough to 
 show to starboard a lighthouse on some 
 rocks, and to port the foot of a cliff with 
 waves breaking on either hand. — Strong 
 tide running. — Once inside Bay clouds 
 roll off showing the hills of San Francisco 
 and the pink and orange domes of the 
 Exposition, looking from a distance like 
 a collection of mosques. — Skilful docking 
 of ship in strong tideway. — Harvard dele- 
 gation at pier, glowing with hospitality. 
 
Saturday, August 21. Wind, variable. 
 Courses, various. Distance, 51 miles. At 
 3.45 P.M. arrived off San Francisco Bar. 
 3.50 P.M. stopped to embark pilot; 
 4.08 P.M. proceeded. 5.06 p.m. to 5.30 p.m. 
 passed through the Golden Gates. 6.20 
 p.m. ship moored alongside Pier; Landed 
 passengers and baggage. 
 
 SUMMARY. 
 
 Total of passage from New York Pier 
 to San Francisco Pier: Length, 5361 miles. 
 Time, 21 Days, 5 hours, 12 min. 
 
 Sea passage from Scotland Light Vessel 
 to San Francisco Light Vessel: Length, 
 5240 miles. Time, 15 Days, 16 hours, 
 32 min. 
 
 Average speed, 13.92 Knots. 
 
 <2r^ 
 
THE LOG OF THE OCEAN DACHSHUND, 
 " FINLAND " 
 
 That happy ship, the "Finland," 
 
 From private information, 
 Was builded some where inland 
 
 For Arctic exploration. 
 
 How long she's sailed the ocean 
 
 Is only known to heaven. 
 They cleaned her, I've a notion 
 
 In Eighteen-twenty-seven. 
 
 And thus her owners reasoned. 
 
 Discussing minor topics. 
 She ought to be well seasoned 
 
 For service in the tropics. 
 
 With steamer trunks they stored her, — 
 
 Our baggage, helter-skelter 
 They packed us all aboard her 
 
 And left us there to swelter. 
 
 We lunched and had our crosses; 
 
 We dined and had our troubles, 
 For when a vessel tosses 
 
 Affliction often doubles. 
 
 And when she pitched and wallowed 
 We dropped in chairs to leeward, 
 
 Heroically swallowed 
 
 Or gasped and called the steward. 
 
 And when the Caribbean 
 
 Had put an extra roll on, 
 We raised the joyous paean, 
 
 "We soon cool off at Colon!" 
 
Alas! In Colon harbor, 
 
 Our protestations scorning, 
 The captain, cook or barber 
 
 Detained us till the morning; 
 
 When tricksey fate provided 
 
 Diversion rather neatly: 
 Culebra went and slided 
 
 And blocked our course completely. 
 
 They had a slight suspicion 
 
 They'd dig her out by Christmas 
 And gave us kind permission 
 
 To go and view the Isthmus. 
 
 Our stay was highly pleasing. 
 
 Except for lack of knowing 
 Exactly when our teasing 
 
 Old cattleship was going. 
 
 She'd sail — and then she wouldn't; 
 
 They kept us busy guessing. 
 The Sphinx of Egypt couldn't 
 
 Have made it more distressing. 
 
 At last the dredges cleared us. 
 
 We climbed aboard and straightway 
 To Panama they steered us 
 
 And through the ocean gateway. 
 
 And now we'll all endeavor 
 
 To meet in California 
 The fairest land that ever 
 
 Rejoiced the human cornea. 
 
 Arthur Guiterman. 
 
CHANSONS DU CANAL 
 
 I. 
 
 Colon 
 
 Colon Bay's a muggy place: 
 
 Watch the shadow of the shark — 
 Turning and lolling and turning, 
 Lazily turning, below us, 
 As we look over the side. 
 Putting a tentative fin 
 Into the air 
 
 .... As we look at the tattered clouds 
 
 Which lie all along the dark hills. 
 
 He is still there. 
 
 Turning and lolling and turning. 
 
 . . . . Would he wait so constantly, hoping 
 
 That one of us might fall down to him. 
 
 If he knew all about us. . . . 
 
 If he knew for example. 
 
 What we'd been eating? 
 
 II. 
 
 Gatun 
 At Gatun 
 
 There is a large Y. M. C. A. 
 Which faithfully seeks 
 To counteract the insidious influence 
 Of the Gatun Dam. . . . 
 
 There are clusters of rigorous gray houses 
 
 Heavily screened 
 
 Against imaginary mosquitoes. . . . 
 
 There are also three locks 
 Cunningly constructed of concrete, 
 And palms, and strange flowers, 
 And a far-reaching lake 
 
 And a strong sun 
 
 And a train 
 
 And always and forever 
 It rains ... or else 
 The sun shines. 
 
 III. 
 
 Empire 
 
 On one side up a hill is the jungle 
 And under the hill on the other side 
 Lies the canal 
 In a deeply cleft cut. . 
 
 In the east they have the sunrises. . . 
 In the west they have the sunsets 
 Heavily fringed with clouds 
 And full of deep red, or of gold dust. . . 
 
 In the midst are the regimental quarters 
 And the Officers' Club. 
 
 IV. 
 Gold Hill 
 
 I am the demon that crouches, 
 Dark and impending 
 Overshading the cut 
 
 My black sides have been scarred. 
 
 I am still rebellious . . . 
 
 Though the sun has warmed me to the 
 heart 
 
 I am always black, . . gloomy, . . dra- 
 matic. . 
 
 I love best the night and the still 
 marches of the stars 
 
 And remember them 
 
 As I crouch under the sun 
 
 Through the days. . . . 
 
 I am dark, brooding and restless; 
 
 And if I stir myself 
 
 Ever so little. 
 
 All the long ships wait my pleasure 
 
 As I echo the noise of the dredges. 
 
V. 
 
 Balboa Heights 
 
 Here we overlook the world 
 As far as we can see it. . . 
 Hills have been moved about, 
 And lawns created, 
 And homes made, where within 
 All is familiar, American. . . 
 Outside the trees and the shaggy 
 
 hills and the strange spell 
 
 of the tropics 
 Is becoming familiar. . . . 
 
 Our administration building. 
 Halfway down the hill. 
 Shows how undisturbed and serene 
 Metropolitan architecture can be 
 No matter what its surroundings. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Panama 
 
 The traffic of Panama 
 Makes a noise 
 Out of all proportion 
 To its size. . . 
 
 The crumbling churches with their 
 
 rainbow stained fronts. 
 And the level Pacific, far-off mountains 
 
 and blue islands, 
 And the full ranks of the cemeteries. 
 The bright neat clubs, the tight hot little 
 
 plazas. 
 The pulsating life, black, brown and yellow 
 These one does not forget. . . . 
 
 The brawling open bar rooms, 
 
 The yellow toy police 
 
 The clanging trams. 
 
 The shouting, the quarreling and 
 singing. . . . 
 
 The gesticulations, the music, the con- 
 fusion, the bright lights at night and 
 the fathomless sky above, the un- 
 known sea beside. . . . 
 
 Chauncey Hackett. 
 
BANDAR-LOG 
 
 Being an Account of Sports, Entertainments, 
 and Other Monkey Shines 
 
 Probably no group of people, since the 
 celebrated voyage of Mr. and Mrs. Noah, 
 have had their athletic and mental endow- 
 ments so thoroughly put to the test during 
 a voyage as have those who took part in 
 the Harvard Cruise. And probably not 
 even Mr. and Mrs. Noah derived as much 
 amusement in viewing the antics of their 
 fellow-passengers as the Finlanders did. 
 Watching with continuous and fascinated 
 amazement the Protean games devised by 
 the cunning brain of Uncle Joseph Linden 
 Smith; admiring the agility of the Water- 
 Polo teams; the strength and grace of the 
 contestants in the shuffle-board tourna- 
 ments; the concentrated fury of the 
 bridge-players; the rhythmic skill of the 
 competing dancers; — crowding eagerly 
 now here, now there, rending the air with 
 generous applause and gratuitous sugges- 
 tions, the gallery was ever critical, yet 
 ecstatic; fastidious, but responsive. A 
 most delightful gallery! 
 
 Yet, despite all temptations no one was 
 observed to play to the gallery. Further- 
 more, the contestants, even under most 
 gruelling conditions, were invariably dash- 
 ing, never lacking in pep., and always 
 absolutely sporting. In all the heart rend- 
 ing excitement of tournament play there 
 never became visible for an instant the 
 narrowest streak of ochre. There were no 
 disqualifications, no protests, and the only 
 tie (which occurred in the Pillow-on-the- 
 Boom contest) was settled by the flip of 
 a coin. 
 
 Where all the games were popular it 
 seems invidious that any one should be 
 
 put first. It is, however, impossible to 
 report them all simultaneously as the Log 
 is being printed with only two columns to 
 a page, and it would take a nine-column 
 page to do it right. Unfortunately we 
 can't have a nine-column page, and the 
 best we can do is to adopt the following 
 order,* in which it will be seen that the 
 games have been arranged in three groups 
 into which they naturally fall. Thus, first 
 come the essentially athletic sports, such 
 as Water-Polo, Auction Bridge, Shuffle- 
 Board and Pillow-on-the-Boom; then 
 come those which can be conveniently 
 regarded as primarily intellectual — Hot- 
 foot Poetry; Unaccustomed Customs; 
 and Culebra Cut and Run (or Do Girls 
 Dawdle) — then finally the purely 
 Aesthetic contests — Hat Trimming and 
 Dancing. 
 
 Following the official order, but with 
 equal honor to all, we present the winners 
 of 
 
 THE FINLAND CHAMPIONSHIPS. 
 
 Water-Polo — 
 
 The Jamaicans. 
 1. L. Johnson. 2, N. A. Buckley. 
 3. W. Edgar. 4. J. M. Mackie. 
 
 Bridge — 
 
 Miss Shattuck and R. Austin. 
 
 *Thl8 important matter was referred to a committee 
 consisting of Messrs. Purrington, Fish, Hemenway and 
 Isham, who, after prolonged conference reported their 
 inability to agree. A new committee of three members — 
 Messrs. Delano, Carroll, and David Ives Mackie, Jr., 
 was then appointed ; and their recommendation (which 
 was unanimous) regarding the proper classification of the 
 sports is that adopted as the official order. 
 
Shuffle-Board — 
 
 Miss Wilby and H. P. Burt, 
 
 PiLLOW-ON-THE-BoOM — 
 
 (Seniors) S. Rollins. 
 (Juniors) Samuel Johnson, 
 
 Hot-Foot Poetry — 
 
 Miss Strong and N. A. Buckley. 
 
 Unaccustomed Customs — 
 Miss Pollard, G. H. Tilghmann. 
 
 Culebra Cut and Run — 
 
 Mrs. Pollard, Miss S. Williams and 
 G. H. Bigelow. 
 
 Hat Trimming — 
 
 Miss M. Slocum and A. M. Goodridge. 
 
 Dancing — 
 
 Miss M. Slocum and L. Simons. 
 
 WATER-POLO. — Six teams formed 
 the Finland Water-Polo League. The 
 Teams were as follows: 
 
 PANAMANIACS. 
 
 1. F. p. Keppel. 
 
 2. T. W. Slocum. 
 
 3. M. Simons. 
 
 4. F. M. Newton. 
 
 COLUMBIADS. 
 
 1. B. Williams. 
 
 2. P. Townsend. 
 
 3. B. Wheeler. 
 
 4. R. L. Buell. 
 
 MEXICATS. 
 
 1. W. Townsend. 
 
 2. S. Rollins. 
 
 3. A. S. Johnson. 
 
 4. S. Johnson. 
 
 
 JAMAICANS. 
 
 I. 
 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
 
 L. Johnson. 
 N. A. Buckley. 
 W. Edgar. 
 J. M. Mackie. 
 
 
 SEMI-COLONS. 
 
 1. 
 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
 
 G. L. WiUiams. 
 J. D. Williams. 
 M. H. Leonard. 
 G. Johnson. 
 
 
 CUBISTS. 
 
 I. 
 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
 
 V. Burton. 
 T. T. Mackie. 
 W. P. Nugent. 
 G. H. Tilghmann 
 
 The games were played in the late 
 afternoons, to avoid sunstroke, under 
 the following rules: 
 
 1. Two five minute halves with a two 
 minute intermission. 
 
 2. On side — each team must be on its 
 own side of tank when ball is tossed in, 
 and in play ball must not be passed for- 
 ward, toward opponent's goal. 
 
 3. A goal shall consist in carrying the 
 ball to opponent's end of tank and touch- 
 ing it to spar holding the canvas. Ball 
 must be held in the hand. 
 
 4. The ball may not be concealed. 
 The League standing at the end of the 
 
 season was as follows: 
 
 
 Won 
 
 Lost 
 
 Unplaj'ed 
 
 Per Cent 
 
 Jamaicans 
 
 4 
 
 1 
 
 
 
 .800 
 
 Cubists . 
 
 3 
 
 2 
 
 
 
 .600 
 
 Mexicats . 
 
 3 
 
 2 
 
 
 
 .600 
 
 Semi-Colons 
 
 2 
 
 1 
 
 2 
 
 .400 
 
 Panamaniacs 
 
 1 
 
 3 
 
 1 
 
 .200 
 
 Columbiads 
 
 
 
 4 
 
 1 
 
 .000 
 
 The Cubists and Jamaicans were tied 
 for first place until they met to play the 
 match which was to decide the champion- 
 ship. The match was scheduled for 3.30 
 P.M. but when the appointed hour came, 
 
and the Jamaicans stalwart in their bath- 
 ing suits had gathered at the tank, the 
 referee (who was suitably provided with 
 a water-proof watch) awarded the game 
 by default to the Jamaicans, only one of 
 the Cubists being present. 
 
 At a late hour the same evening, at the 
 request of the Jamaicans, it appearing 
 that the other three Cubists had not 
 shown up because they were hunting all 
 over the ship for each other, the referee 
 consented to open the default by agree- 
 ment, it being understood that the teams 
 were to play unofficially, the losing team 
 to be defaulted. This was done. A very 
 snappy contest ensued in which the Ja- 
 maicans won by the close score (unof- 
 ficial) of 5 goals to 3; and were acclaimed 
 the champions, having won .800 of the 
 games played, .200 points ahead of the 
 Cubists! 
 
 One of the most notable of the many 
 closely fought games was that between 
 the Panamaniacs and the Mexicats. The 
 two teams together practically filled the 
 tank and the game was as closely con- 
 tested as the size of the tank permitted. 
 The Mexicats won, by superhuman efforts. 
 T. W. Slocura played the best game for the 
 Panamaniacs. 
 
 BRIDGE.— The Bridge Champion- 
 ship was a tremendous success. Sixty- 
 four contestants took part. They played 
 in the smoking room and in Culebra Cut; 
 in the library; and all over the deck. 
 Begun on the Atlantic, the tournament 
 lasted for days and was finally won by 
 Miss Shattuck and Mr. Austin who de- 
 feated Mrs. Slocum and Mr. Dewson off 
 the West Coast of Mexico in three rubbers 
 1485 to 1068. 
 
 The tournament was played under the 
 following rules, which were scrupulously 
 observed : 
 
 1 . Play three rubbers. Best score wins. 
 
 2. Winners indicate their own score on 
 bulletin board. Write legibly. 
 
 3. All rounds to be played as soon as 
 possible. 
 
 4. Mr. Joseph Smith is chairman of the 
 Bridge Introduction Bureau — If you do 
 not know your opponents ask the chair- 
 man — 
 
 5. No spades (only Lilies). 
 
 6. No chicane. 
 
 7. No nullos. 
 
 8. Rubbers count 250. 
 
 9. Supply own cards. 
 
 10. Keep your temper; the others are 
 doing their best. 
 
 The Summary: 
 
 First Round — Miss Hardon and J. A. 
 Morris d. Miss Inches and S. Robbins 
 1122-718; Mrs. Mackie and A. H. Morris 
 d. Mrs. Bigelow and G. H. Bigelow 1231- 
 1032; Miss Blankenship and Miss Linton 
 d. Miss Von Schrader and H. M. Williams, 
 Jr., 1433-980; Mrs. Slocum and G. B. 
 Dewson d. Miss J. Worthington and W. 
 Worthington (no score) ; Miss M. Slocum 
 and H. Davis d. Miss Coan and O. C. 
 Joline 1290-960; Mr. and Mrs. F. M. 
 Newton d. Mrs. W. H. Wade and H. F. 
 Preston 1450-320; Miss Cheney and R. 
 W. Riis d. Miss Durham and T. Sheldon 
 1115-699; Mr. and Mrs. Haddon d. 
 Mrs. B. Williams and W. I. Munroe 1993- 
 1527; Miss Hurlbut and S. D. Hurlbut d. 
 Miss R. Slocum and F. T. Mackie 1393- 
 1376; Miss Strong and G. L. Williams d. 
 Miss Whitlock and R. E. Kline, Jr., 865- 
 595; Mrs. Dewson and H. M.Williams d. 
 Miss Coffin and J. E. Weld 1405-1016; 
 Miss L. Worthington and J. W. Hawes d. 
 Miss L. Delano and H. N. Piatt 1269- 
 1189; Mrs. Inches and C. Hackett d. 
 Miss Haight and G. F. Atlee 1016-848; 
 Miss Sullivan and L. Carroll d. Miss 
 Emerson and A. M. Goodridge 1270-922; 
 Miss Shattuck and R. Austin d. Miss 
 Elliot and W. P. Nugent 1163-833; 
 
Miss Wilby and J. W. Austin d. Mr. and 
 Mrs. R. Kline 1270-1235. 
 
 Second Round — Miss Harden and J. A. 
 Morris d. Mrs. Mackie and A. H. Morris 
 1370-1251; Mrs. Slocum and G. B. Dew- 
 son d. Miss Blankenship and Miss Linton 
 1652-694; Miss M. Slocura and H. Davis 
 d. Mr. and Mrs. F. M. Newton 1382-190; 
 Mr. and Mrs. Haddon d. Miss Cheney and 
 R. W. Riis 2422-858; Miss Hurlbut and 
 S. D. Hurlbut d. Miss Strong and G. L. 
 Williams 1464-745; Mrs. Dewson and 
 H. M. Williams d. Miss Worthington and 
 J. W. Hawes 2362-533; Mrs. Inches and 
 C. Hackett d. Miss Sullivan and L. Carroll 
 2342-1848; Miss Shattuck and R. Austin 
 d. Miss Wilby and J. W. Austin 1248-272. 
 
 Third Round — Mrs. Slocum and G. B. 
 Dewson d. Miss Hardon and J. A. Morris 
 2133-1098; Miss M. Slocum and H. Davis 
 d. Mr. and Mrs. Haddon 2186-865; Mrs. 
 Dewson and H. M. Williams d. Miss Hurl- 
 but and S. D. Hurlbut 1747-1551; Miss 
 Shattuck and R. Austin d. Mrs. Inches 
 and C. Hackett 1423-236. 
 
 Fourth Round (semi-finals) — Mrs. Slo- 
 cum and G. B. Dewson d. Miss M. Slocum 
 and H. Davis 1088-993; Miss Shattuck 
 and R. Austin d. Mrs. Dewson and H. M. 
 Williams 1397-1123. 
 
 Finals — Miss Shattuck and R. Austin 
 d. Mrs. Slocum and G. B. Dewson 1485- 
 1068. 
 
 SHUFFLE-BOARD. — The Shuffle- 
 Board Tournament raged at the same 
 time that the Auction Bridge supremacy 
 was being disputed. Unfortunately for 
 this record, no scores of the matches were 
 kept; and of the sixty-four contestants, 
 eight names being on a bit of paper which 
 was not securely attached to the bulletin 
 board blew away. 
 
 The tournament was a mixed-doubles 
 event and all the more prominent shuffle- 
 boarders entered, including Miss Margaret 
 
 Slocum and Langdon Simons; Miss Thax- 
 ter and Sherwood Rollins; Miss Sedric 
 Williams and G. H. Bigelow; Miss Cheney 
 and E. C. MacVeagh; Miss Daland and 
 Augustus Hemenway, Jr.; Miss Inches 
 and Wendell Townsend; Miss Ruth Slo- 
 cum and H. M. Williams, Jr.; Miss Laura 
 Delano and J. H. Clifford; Miss Granger 
 and Van Duzer Burton; Miss Louise De- 
 lano and C. Fry; Miss Alice Smith and 
 A. Hennen Morris; Miss Burton and 
 Henry N. Piatt; and Miss Wilby and 
 H. P. Burt. 
 
 Both shuffle-board courts were used; 
 and it was a moot question which was the 
 sportier, the hurricane deck where some 
 very irregular caroms off the skylight 
 frame and the boat blocks could be had, 
 or the forward main deck which was every 
 now and then inundated from the swim- 
 ming pool, as the ocean surges heeled over 
 the stout ship "Finland." 
 
 After many sharp contests Miss Wilby 
 the Cincinnati expert and her partner, 
 H. P. Burt whose great reach and resem- 
 blance to his brother made him a tower 
 of strength, attained the final round, where 
 they were opposed by the survivor of the 
 great match between Miss Margaret Slo- 
 cum (whose shuffling was of the best) and 
 her partner Langdon Simons and the well 
 balanced team of Miss Cheney and Mac- 
 Veagh: or else they met Miss Elliott and 
 J. M. Bullard whose tireless shooting into 
 ten plus had worn down all their previous 
 opponents. At any rate a mighty contest 
 ensued, and Miss Wilby and Burt were the 
 winners. 
 
 The Sporting Editor does not wish to 
 do anyone an injustice, but if Miss 
 Margaret Slocum played true to form 
 he feels sure that she and her partner 
 reached the finals. The Sporting Editor 
 thinks that Miss Slocum was the most — 
 
 [Head-Editor Log: See here, old Sport, 
 can the lyric stuff, will you? 
 
Sporting Editor : — accomplished dancer, 
 the most musical, the most fascinating — 
 
 Head-Editor: Stof! Stop! This isn't 
 the Poetry Department. 
 
 Sporting Editor : This is my Department 
 — the Department of Sports. Miss Slocum 
 is a good sport and she belongs in this de- 
 partment, and ivhat I say here goes. She's 
 a ivonder — She won the Dancing Contest 
 and the Hat Trimming; got to the semi- 
 finals of the Bridge Tournament; played a 
 really remarkable game of Shuffle-Board; 
 plays the piano charmingly, stvims like a 
 duck, and besides thai was, in my opinion, 
 one of the most delightful arid interesting 
 all-round people on the ship. She isn't 
 mentioned in the Log, I don't know why, 
 but she shall be mentioned here, or — 
 
 Head Editor: Or what? 
 
 Sporting Editor: — or this is no Depart- 
 ment of Sports. 
 
 Head-Editor: Um — well, I don't be- 
 lieve she'll stand for it. 
 
 Sporting Editor: Don't fool yourself. 
 She's a good sport, I tell you! She wouldn't 
 get fussed, and she never gets sore! 
 
 Head-Editor: Um.] 
 
 PILLOW-ON-THE BOOM. — This 
 artless pastime was extremely popular, 
 and the victory of Mr. S. Rollins was well 
 merited. A few years ago Rollins was a 
 name totally unknown in the Pillow-on- 
 the-Boom world. He prepared himself 
 for the contest by careful study of all the 
 best models, and by scientific pillow fights 
 every morning at 1 a.m. with all the 
 sleepers on the fore hatch. His favorite 
 stroke with the pillow is a sort of Lawford 
 mashie to the left ear, though sometimes 
 he tries the Chin-chin loft; and once in a 
 while the old-fashioned hip swing. Sam. 
 Johnson, who won the junior event was 
 also a nightly practiser on the fore hatch. 
 He has a remarkably free style. 
 
 HOT-FOOT POETRY. — This game 
 was devised by J. Linden Smith especially 
 for this voyage, and is played in the follow- 
 ing manner: Any number of teams can 
 enter. Each team consists of one girl and 
 one man, the man being clad in a bathing 
 suit, and the girl in ordinary deck costume. 
 The teams assembled on the forward deck 
 near the tank. The men take off the girls' 
 shoes and carry them to the judges' stand 
 at Culebra Cut. Here the shoes were 
 thoroughly mixed and put into one large 
 bag, securely tied. The men returned to 
 the tank; were lined up and at the word 
 from the starter raced down the deck to 
 the shoe bag, hurled themselves upon it 
 furiously, tore it apart fiercely and re- 
 covering the shoes of their several fair 
 partners, raced at top speed back to the 
 tank, where the ladies were waiting shoe- 
 less, and "languishing" as Uncle Joe liked 
 to say; on reaching their partners, the 
 men restored the shoes to the appropriate 
 feet with all speed, tying the shoe laces 
 carefully. As soon as her shoes were well 
 on and tied Fair Partner darted down the 
 deck at top-speed to report to the shoe 
 judges who judged her feet for neatness 
 and the art shown in tying the laces. If, 
 and only if, she passed this examination 
 successfully Fair Partner obtained from 
 the Shoe Judge a voucher, with which she 
 hastened back to the Tank Judge. The 
 Tank Judge on receiving the voucher gave 
 to Fair Partner one pencil and one bit of 
 paper, and allowed her champion to 
 plunge into the pool, where he swam 
 rapidly to the further end of the pool, 
 BIT from a string there stretched with a 
 number of envelopes dependent one of the 
 envelopes, retrieved said envelope in his 
 teeth, and returned to his lady fair drip- 
 ping but with the magic envelope, which 
 being opened divulged four words which 
 rhymed. A period of twelve minutes, 
 carefully estimated by the official time- 
 
keeper, was allowed the lady, to write 
 with any assistance that she could com- 
 mand, a poem containing the four magic 
 words. The best poem received in the 
 shortest space of time won. 
 
 There were so many contestants that 
 the Hot-Foot Poetry Contest was run off 
 in heats, the preliminary on the Atlantic 
 and the finals on the Pacific. The contest 
 developed great enthusiasm; the deck 
 was subjugated to flying Dianas and their 
 lightly clad partners; rhyming ability was 
 in great demand. Each team was known 
 by a card, a heart, a club or diamond, 
 drawn by lot. The Ace of Hearts held by 
 Miss Inches (appropriately enough) 
 carried off honors in the trial heat. 
 Miss Inches was partnered by David Ives 
 Mackie, Jr. Miss M. Strong, with N. A. 
 Buckley came in second. 
 
 Miss Ruth Slocum and S. Rollins took 
 first place in the second heat (clubs) ; and 
 Miss Thaxter and G. Bigelow won the 
 third heat (diamonds) . It is notable that 
 the last named team was the only one to 
 combine high lyric power with great speed. 
 They came in first, but unfortunately their 
 deathless poem was seized by the Censor 
 at Colon, who forbade its publication on 
 the ground that it might tend to unsettle 
 our military affairs in the Canal Zone. 
 Miss K. Strong and G. Williams took 
 second place in this heat. The words 
 which they found in the envelope re- 
 trieved by Mr. Williams were 
 
 CRIME 
 RHYME 
 LIME 
 TIME 
 
 and their poem read as follows: 
 
 If I only had sufficient time, 
 I know I'd write a better rhyme. 
 But if they judge this verse a crime, 
 Instead of the prize, I'll take a lime. 
 
 The team known as the Three of Clubs 
 (Miss Ruth Slocum and Sherwood Rollins) 
 coming in second in time and first in 
 poetical skill, won the second heat. Their 
 problem involved the impromptu use of 
 these words 
 
 DREDGE 
 
 EDGE 
 
 WEDGE 
 
 HEDGE 
 
 which they cleverly solved with the fol- 
 lowing: 
 
 I was sorely tempted to hedge 
 
 When I found that I had to dredge 
 
 The tank with my nose, midst the 
 scuffle and blows 
 
 Of the hurrying flying wedge. 
 
 But I found out alack! 
 
 When I tried to swim back 
 
 That I'd chewed off my envelope's edge. 
 
 Second place in this heat was taken by 
 Miss Helen Maclay (six of clubs) with 
 G. Burt. 
 
 The Ace of Hearts team (Miss Inches 
 and David Ives Mackie, Jr.) drew these 
 words 
 
 SCROLL 
 
 HOLE 
 
 BOWL 
 
 TOLL 
 
 and rose to the occasion with this effort: 
 No matter how charged with fate the 
 
 scroll — 
 No matter how deep I'm in a hole — 
 I shall avoid the flowing bowl 
 Which cheers, but later takes its toll. 
 
 Miss M. Strong and N. A. Buckley on 
 a basis of these words 
 
 ACHE 
 RAKE 
 FAKE 
 TAKE 
 
composed the following: 
 
 When in my hand my pen I take 
 With thoughts sublime my head does 
 
 ache 
 My poems make Shakespeare's seem a 
 
 fake 
 For all the honours in I rake. 
 
 These words were prophetic, for in the 
 final round which was run off on the 
 Pacific Ocean, Miss Strong and Mr. Buck- 
 ley distanced all competitors and were 
 crowned as the "Finland Hot-Foot" 
 Laureates, In the final heat the words 
 were the same in all the envelopes and 
 consisted of these 
 
 INANE 
 RAIN 
 SLAIN 
 DISDAIN 
 
 while the Master of the Revels announced 
 the subject of the poem required as "The 
 Terrible Night." All the competitors 
 took the subject fresh in memory, of 
 the midnight rain squall which had in- 
 stantaneously turned the sleeping decks 
 into a pandemonium of shuddering and 
 scuttling white figures. The six teams 
 were the Misses Inches, M. Strong, R. 
 Slocum, Maclay, Thaxter and K. Strong 
 and their partners. The successful team 
 came in second in point of speed, produc- 
 ing this impromptu poem in nine minutes: 
 
 The Terrible Night. 
 
 My bedding and I drenched with rain. 
 Sweet dreams pass me by with disdain. 
 In the struggle with Morpheus I'm slain. 
 Moral : — Sleeping on deck is inane. 
 
 Second honors went to Miss Mary 
 Johnson (substituting for Miss Inches) 
 and David Ives Mackie, Jr. Coming in 
 
 fifth in point of time, their poem was given 
 second place by the judges. It read: 
 
 Lo! I was sleeping with a smile inane 
 When splash ! — there came on me a 
 
 rush of rain. 
 My peace was stabbed, my sleep was 
 
 slain. 
 
 ***** 
 
 My horror only raised the steward's 
 high disdain. 
 
 Professor Schofield of the English De- 
 partment acting as judge of poems 
 pleased all not only by the acumen and 
 literary brilliance of his decisions, but also 
 by the resonant voice with which he read 
 out the winning verses to the assembled 
 throng after dinner. J. A. Morris was a 
 just and upright shoe judge; and T. 
 Sheldon gave great satisfaction as judge 
 of the tank. 
 
 UNACCUSTOMED CUSTOMS. — 
 
 This most ingenious game resembles Hot- 
 Foot Poetry only in that it exercises every 
 part of the body and every part of the 
 mind. It combines the best features of 
 hide and go seek, poker, prisoner's base, 
 chess and dinner conversation. The plan 
 
 — or perhaps one had better call it the 
 plot — is simple but capable of being used 
 as the basis of infinitely complex per- 
 mutations — 
 
 [Head Editor: / wish youd try io talk 
 a Utile more like a Sporting Editor. 
 
 Sporting Editor: Fm sorry. I thought 
 Uncle Joe woidd like that. It's a swipe. 
 
 Head Editor: Well, never mind about 
 that. Get the game started, for heaven s 
 sake.] 
 
 — the idea being like this, you see: An 
 even number of girls and men enter, not 
 as partners but as competitors. The girls 
 are fashionable smugglers, the men in- 
 spectors. The girls are required to assem- 
 
ble in the card room each with a small 
 dress suit case and the following articles: 
 
 a couple of shirt waists 
 
 two skirts 
 
 two pairs of low shoes 
 
 two pairs of stockings 
 
 a sweater 
 
 some ties 
 
 toilette articles 
 
 1 handkerchief. 
 
 To each girl is given a box of matches, a 
 number of pins and some other small 
 things, representing dutiable articles; also 
 75 beans, representing currency with 
 which to bribe the customs inspector. An 
 interval of ten minutes is allowed for the 
 girls to pack and conceal the pins, matches 
 and match box among the things in their 
 suit cases. As they emerge from the card 
 room each girl receives a slip of paper con- 
 taining the name of the inspector assigned 
 to her. They then proceed to the deck 
 where the inspectors stand at intervals of 
 twenty feet, waiting for their victims. All 
 are ready at their post. At the word 
 "Go!" ten minutes of examination, brib- 
 ery, expostulation, confiscation and be- 
 guilement begin. The customs men seize 
 everything dutiable; they are only to be 
 bought off by beans — or wiles. The girl 
 who comes through the ordeal with the 
 greatest number of beans left and with 
 the largest amount of dutiable articles 
 smuggled through wins first prize for 
 girls; the inspector who gets the largest 
 amount of dutiable articles and the most 
 beans gets first prize for men. 
 
 The only objection to this game was 
 that so many comedies were played at 
 once and on opposite sides of the deck 
 that you couldn't see all of them. 
 
 Miss Pollard got through with most of 
 her goods and chattels, with 63 beans in 
 hand, and won first prize; G. H. Tilgh- 
 mann as inspector represented the majesty 
 
 of the tariff so well that he brought in 
 47 beans and a large number of con- 
 fiscated articles. 
 
 CULEBRA CUT AND RUN.— 
 
 The devotees of Uncle Joe's intricate pas- 
 times, a few days after the Unaccustomed 
 Customs, were thrilled with delight when 
 a new one was announced. Hear the 
 words of the Master himself as he spoke 
 and afterwards pinned his words to the 
 bulletin board: 
 
 A DIVERSION CALLED 
 
 CULEBRA CUT AND RUN 
 
 OR 
 
 DO GIRLS DAWDLE.' 
 
 WILL BE GIVEN THIS AFTERNOON ON THE 
 
 MAIN DECK AT 4 
 
 Girls (in bathing costume) having 
 selected boy partners. Blindfold them 
 and tie strings to their shoulders — so to 
 drive them. Half of the contestants begin 
 the drive at bow end of deck — the other 
 half aft. 
 
 First boys in, run (with bandage off) to 
 the "Culebra Cut" — which is the space 
 between smoking room and card room. 
 Girls go with them. Here is the chief 
 engineer of the cut who draws a name 
 from a hat and gives it to the first comers 
 in the order of their coming. The name 
 is that of a chaperone whom the boy has 
 to find at once and bring her to Culebra 
 Cut. 
 
 Here the girl partner gives him a piece 
 of paper upon which she has drawn the 
 head and bit of neck of an animal — rep- 
 tile or bird — she has turned the paper 
 down so only small marks show where the 
 body is to be joined — and the boy with- 
 out seeing her work — puts a body on it 
 — and folds the work of art up and gives 
 it to the chaperone. 
 
When tlie girl gives the paper to her 
 partner — she goes to the tank and gets 
 into it. Here she languishes for her partner 
 while he is doing bodily exercise. 
 
 When the chaperone receives the folded 
 paper from the boy she names it and signs 
 her own name and the boy's and girl's 
 name. The papers are handed to the 
 engineer of the cut who opens the locks 
 and lets them out — she and the boy — 
 she is given a cigarette (a straight cut) 
 and a box of matches (5 matches only in 
 each box). The boy takes the cigarette 
 and crawls out on the booms which sur- 
 round the tank — the chaperone tosses 
 the match box to the girl and she lights 
 the cigarette and when this is done she 
 quickly gets out of the tank and runs to 
 her room and gets dressed QUICKLY and 
 the boy and chaperone return to Culebra 
 Cut to wait. While there to relieve the 
 tedium the boy is to greatly entertain the 
 chaperone (this will be a most unusual 
 experience for both). The entertainment 
 to consist — as he sees fit — of song — 
 dance — recitation — or cooling drink. 
 
 First girl in at the Cut. Properly 
 dressed (female judge for this) gets 1st 
 PRIZE. 
 
 Chaperone who has been most gracious 
 and has appeared to have had a wonder- 
 ful time, and who has signed the funniest 
 work of art gets 1st PRIZE. 
 
 Boy first to win blindfold race — most 
 attentive and entertaining to chaperone 
 gets 1st PRIZE. 
 
 Like its predecessors Culebra Cut and 
 Run was an unmixed success. Mrs. Pol- 
 lard, Miss Sedric W'illiams and G. H. 
 Bigelow carried off first prizes. Mrs. 
 Arthur Guiterman and C. Hackett re- 
 ceived honorable mention for their re- 
 spective merits as chaperone and swain. 
 
 HAT TRIMMING. — This contest 
 was a case of Miss Margaret Slocum first 
 
 and the rest nowhere. It was not so much 
 the hat she trimmed, or the trimmings she 
 put on the hat as it was the way she 
 trimmed it. 
 
 DANCING. — It would take the com- 
 bined pens of Joseph Conrad, Spenser and 
 A. Guiterman and the pencils of Joseph 
 Linden Smith and Bakst to render ade- 
 quately any idea of the dancing contest. 
 They danced, and they re-danced, and 
 they tre-danced ; they went from one-step 
 into waltz; they fox-trotted and they did 
 steps not yet assigned to any species of 
 the fauna. The audience uttered frequent 
 cries of advice to both dancers and judges 
 until Uncle Joe announced with terrific 
 emphasis that if there were any further 
 interruptions the disturbers would be put 
 off the ship. Miss Slocum and her partner 
 won in a (fish) walk; but the competitors, 
 among whom Miss Granger and Miss Ruth 
 Slocum especially attracted much praise, 
 showed Terpsichorean skill of the highest 
 order. 
 
 OTHER ENTERTAINMENTS. — 
 
 It were an impossible task to commemo- 
 rate the numerous entertainments of every 
 kind provided by the indefatigable com- 
 mittees by formal record in the LOG. 
 Perhaps the best of these was announced 
 by a poster, which ran: 
 
 GRAND HIPPO FIGHT IN 
 THE TANKADROME 
 
 August 15th at 4 p.m. 
 
 THE FAMOUS HIPPODORE 
 
 DON CHAUNCY MACHETTE 
 
 OF CUBA (n. Y.) 
 
 AND 
 
 FOUR DISTINGUISHED SHUTERDOORS. 
 
 PAPETA PACHEETA, QUEEN OF COLON, WILL 
 
 BE IN THE ROYAL BOX WITH THE 
 
 INFANTA OF THE SPILLWAY. 
 
 ENTRANCE FREE. 
 
Owing to the indisposition of the hippo- 
 dore, another and more celebrated per- 
 former was announced at the pool side, 
 Don Primo de Mayo of Manana, C. Z., 
 who appeared to the accompaniment of 
 Mendelssohn's Spring Song, played by the 
 invisible orchestra. At the appointed 
 hour the Queen of Colon (Mrs. Guiter- 
 man), lovely in gorgeous mantilla and 
 vividly and fascinatingly gowned, and 
 accompanied by her aunt The Infanta of 
 the Spillway (Mr. Frederic Delano) whose 
 brilliant robes, profuse blond locks and 
 regal beauty heightened by the use of 
 cosmetics caused no slight sensation, made 
 a most gracious entrance. They were 
 escorted by several attendants, among 
 whom Don Sebastiano Armadillo (W. G. 
 Hibbard, Jr.) especially attracted the eye, 
 his earrings each consisting of a magnifi- 
 cent pearl of the size and somewhat the 
 texture of a tennis ball causing much ad- 
 miring comment. When the Royal party 
 was seated the Hippodore (R. May) 
 appeared, clad in a single piece bathing 
 suit, a scarlet bandanna about his head, 
 and a large ornamental butterfly bow of 
 scarlet tissue paper tied about his waist; 
 with ardent words he addressed the Queen 
 of Colon pledging his very life to the 
 extirpation of the Hippo. Hardly had the 
 words left his lips when a disturbance at 
 the further end of the pool drew every eye 
 to the bestial roars and plungings of the 
 Hippo (W. Townsend) who now had come 
 up over the canvas side of the tank and 
 was heavily swimming up with threaten- 
 ing snorts and roars. Suddenly darted in 
 the lithe forms of the Dontmatterdors 
 (who flashed so quickly through the water 
 that the Editor had time only to recognize 
 one of them. It is hardly fair to give his 
 name as he must have been the slowest), 
 and a really horrible struggle ensued in 
 which Hippo was apparently drowned over 
 and over again only to rise shaking off his 
 
 plucky tormentors who clung to his great 
 bulk like terriers. Suddenly as quickly as 
 they had flashed into the pool the Shut- 
 erdoors or Dontmatterdors scrambled out 
 and were gone. Now the Hippodore ad- 
 vanced proudly to the attack flourishing 
 a wooden dagger 3 inches long. As the 
 Hippo swam heavily toward him the 
 valiant Don Mayo, purple with excite- 
 ment dived over the head of the approach- 
 ing behemoth and swam rapidly to the 
 other end of the tank pursued hotly by 
 the monster. Scrambling out the hero 
 stood again bravely for a moment threat- 
 ening his foe with the dagger, and again 
 dived over the brute as he came nearer, 
 and fled swimming to the other end with 
 the great animal in furious pursuit. And 
 once more! And then the finale! The 
 Hippodore attacks the Hippo in the center 
 of the tank, and after a tremendous 
 struggle amid the plaudits of the enrap- 
 tured throng Don Mayo conquers, — the 
 Hippo floats lifeless on the troubled sur- 
 face of the ensanguined pool, the color of 
 the water being due to the melting of the 
 Hippodore's huge scarlet butterfly bow. 
 
 Nor shall we soon forget the evening 
 stories told by Uncle Joe — especially 
 "Getting to Ankor-Wat: An Experi- 
 ence in Cambodia;" the remarkable card 
 tricks of the versatile Sherwood Rollins; 
 the songs of Ned Weld, especially that 
 inimitable lullaby "Buy Low, Sell High." 
 Neither shall we fail to preserve grateful 
 memories of the music hours, morning and 
 evening in the library when Mrs. Moore, 
 Mrs. Inches, Mr. Morris, Mr. Rollins and 
 many others gave so much pleasure; nor 
 the elaborate Houdini tricks of Sailor 
 John, which were so brilliantly performed 
 and so enthusiastically appreciated. 
 Moreover there were several dances on 
 board, and lots of informal diversions 
 which the Sporting Editor refrains from 
 recording. 
 
F. H. A. — Perhaps the success of the 
 trip was largely due to the organized effort 
 to give everyone a good time which was 
 made by the Finland Harvard Associa- 
 tion, its officers and committees. The 
 following extracts from the records of the 
 Association are presented by the courtesy 
 of Mr. Lauren Carroll, the Secretary, 
 
 On August 3, 1915, when the steam- 
 ship "Finland" was three days out from 
 New York, a meeting of the Harvard men 
 on board was held in the smoking room 
 of the ship. The eighty-two Harvard men 
 present were called to order by Mr. E.G. 
 Cullinan, '93, who acted as temporary 
 chairman. Mr. J. Edward Weld, '82, 
 then stated that the purpose of the meet- 
 ing was to form the Finland Harvard 
 Association. 
 
 It was thereupon unanimously agreed 
 that the men present, as well as the other 
 Harvard men on board, should constitute 
 the Finland Harvard Association. Mr. 
 Thomas W. Slocum, '90, was elected 
 president of the Association and imme- 
 diately took the chair. After a brief 
 speech of acceptance by President Slocum, 
 Mr. Lauren Carroll, '06, was elected 
 Secretary and Mr. Arthur C. Jackson, '88, 
 Treasurer of the Association. The follow- 
 ing committees were then elected : 
 
 ENTERTAINMENT COMMITTEE. 
 
 Joseph Linden Smith, Chairman. 
 
 Miss Sedric Williams, Secretary. 
 
 Mrs. W. II. Wade. 
 
 Mrs. R. Kline. 
 
 Mrs. Ilackett. 
 
 Miss Thaxter. 
 
 Miss Inches. 
 
 Miss Granger. 
 
 Miss Slocum. 
 
 W. II. Hibbard, Jr.. '92. 
 
 T. Sheldon, '05. 
 
 G. H. Bigelow. '12. 
 
 J. A. Morris, '1.3. 
 
 G. L. Williams, '16. 
 
 T. T. Mackie, '18. 
 
 J. C. B. Moore, '18. 
 
 Van Duzer Burton, '19. 
 
 IDENTIFICATION COMMITTEE. 
 
 Mrs. Henry W. Hardon, Chairman. 
 
 II. M. Williams, Secretary. 
 
 Mrs. W. H. Slocum. 
 
 Miss Anne Hardon. 
 
 Miss Granger. 
 
 Miss Knauth. 
 
 Miss Weigel. 
 
 J. Edward Weld, '82. 
 
 Minot Simons, '91. 
 
 G. H. Bigelow, '12. 
 
 A. W. Knauth, '12. 
 
 M. H. Leonard, '19. 
 
 RECEPTION COMMITTEE. 
 
 Arthur P. Cushing, '78, Chairman. 
 
 Frederic A. Delano, '85, Vice Chairman. 
 
 A. Wilder Pollard, '83, Secretary. 
 
 J. W. Hawes, '66. 
 
 C. B. Wilby, '70. 
 
 F. P. Fish, '75. 
 
 Winthrop Cowdin, '85. 
 
 W. W. Willard, '87. 
 
 A. C. Jackson, '88. 
 
 Ralph Isham, '89. 
 
 R. E. Kline, '93. 
 
 T. R. Pennypacker, '16. 
 
 PHOTOGRAPHIC COMMITTEE. 
 Langdon Simons, '18, Chairman. 
 Mrs. II. M. Williams, Secretary. 
 Mrs. William Worthington. 
 Mrs. F. M. Newton. 
 F. W. Cushwa, '07. 
 A. W. Knauth, '12. 
 
 LOG COMMITTEE. 
 Henry M. Williams, '85, Chairman. 
 Miss Violet Edmunds, Secretary. 
 Mrs. Dewson. 
 Miss M. Strong. 
 W. A. Purrington, '73. 
 F. A. Delano, '85. 
 Arthur Guiterman. 
 C. Hackett, '03. 
 C. E. Stanton, '03. 
 Ralph May, '04. 
 
 SAN DIEGO COMMITTEE. 
 Thomas W. Slocum, '90, Chairman. 
 Minot Simons, '91, Secretary. 
 J. Edward Weld, '82. 
 E. C. Cullinan, 93. 
 T. R. Pennypacker, '16. 
 
Informal meetings of the Association 
 were held in the smoking room on various 
 days at five p.m. On August 15, after the 
 unexpected delay at Gatun, President 
 Slocum called another full meeting of the 
 Association. Eighty-six Harvard men 
 attended the m.eeting with President 
 Slocum in the chair. President Slocum 
 stated that because of the delay, resulting 
 from the slide at Culebra, it was extremely 
 doubtful whether the passengers would be 
 landed at San Francisco before Sunday 
 morning, August 22, This would be just 
 too late for the Associated Harvard Clubs' 
 meeting fixed for August 20 and 21. He 
 said that the date had originally been 
 fixed by the Eastern Harvard Clubs, and 
 had already been changed once, in order 
 to fit in with the sailing of the "Finland." 
 He stated that he had cabled from 
 Panama to Mr. Thomas, President of the 
 Harvard Club of San Francisco, and that 
 it was possible but quite improbable that 
 a further adjournment would be made. 
 Mr. Slocum stated, however, that the ship 
 would reach San Diego on Friday morn- 
 ing, August 20, and that it was important 
 that as many men as possible should land 
 at San Diego and go by train to San 
 Francisco. In this way, it would be 
 
 possible to reach the latter city early 
 Saturday morning and to go with the 
 Associated Harvard Clubs to Mt. Tamal- 
 pais and to attend the banquet at the 
 Palace Hotel in the evening. It was 
 thereupon moved and seconded, that a 
 committee of three be appointed by the 
 chair to ascertain by canvass of the 
 members of the Finland Harvard Asso- 
 ciation, how many of them would land at 
 San Diego and proceed to San Francisco 
 by train. After considerable discussion, 
 the motion was adopted and the chair 
 appointed Mr. J. Edward Weld, '82, 
 Mr. Minot Simons, '91, and Mr. T. T. 
 Mackie, '18, as the committee to make 
 the canvass. 
 
 Mr. H. M. Williams, '85, then made a 
 full report concerning the progress of the 
 Log Book Committee. 
 
 The meeting adjourned subject to call. 
 
 The canvass showing a large majority 
 desired to land at San Diego and take this 
 proposed special train to San Francisco, 
 the plan was adopted. 
 
 The Harvard men who remained on the 
 ship joined the others at San Francisco in 
 time for the Associated Harvard Clubs 
 banquet. 
 
LOGRHYTHMS 
 
 This is the happy-ship, "Finland." 
 Where all the arrangements are odd; 
 
 Where the Pollards alone speak to Cap- 
 tains 
 And the Captains speak only to God. 
 
 The anchor's down at Colon Town, 
 
 The Doctor is at hand 
 To sound our lungs, inspect our tongues, 
 
 And give us leave to land. 
 
 The tropic breeze across the seas 
 Blows sweet as powdered orris; 
 
 We're anxious for to go ashore — 
 But where is Mr. Morris? 
 
 Uncle Joseph Linden Smith 
 Is no Oriental myth. 
 He's a man of parts and pith 
 Uncle Joseph Linden Smith. 
 
 Lines Written on Observing a Vacancy 
 Occasioned by the Removal of an Incisor 
 Tooth from the Upper Maxillary of Mr. 
 William G. Hibbard, Jr. 
 
 Though many tales are put across 
 Concerning William Hibbard's loss, 
 This here's the simple truth: 
 He tried to make a passage wide 
 By biting through Culebra slide, 
 And thus he broke his tooth. 
 
 A yachtsman bold is Admiral Pollard 
 In his snow-white uniform, cuffed and 
 
 collared. 
 The Captain remains his particular chum, 
 With a yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum ! 
 
 Whene'er I view the landscape o'er, 
 I see a Williams — maybe four; 
 A Williams here, a Williams there, 
 A Williams in a steamer-chair, 
 A Williams where the shade is cool, 
 A Williams in the swimming pool, 
 A Williams fore, a Williams aft. 
 Or anywhere about the craft. 
 But, be the weather calm or rough, 
 There can't be Williamses enough. 
 
 Young Ned Weld of '82 
 
 Hasn't got a thing to do 
 
 But practice law and jolly men 
 
 And talk to ladies now and then. 
 
 And shuffle cards and have his fling. 
 
 And teach young glee clubs how to sing. 
 
 We're steaming toward the Golden Gate 
 With just as rich and strange a freight 
 As any steamer, sloop or proah 
 Since Hawes and Clifford sailed with 
 
 Noah. 
 Our decks and cabins all are full. 
 We bring a Swann, a Wolff, a Bull, 
 A Coffin, Griffin, Fish and Fry, 
 A Sheriff, too, — I wonder why.' 
 Love, Joy and Gold, — the best of earth, — 
 Besides two Virgins and a Birth. 
 Our hearts are brave; and even though 
 The stormy winds begin to blow. 
 Since through Culebra Cut we swam 
 We do not give a Gatun Dam. 
 
OWED TO AN ELECTRIC FAN. 
 
 Oh! fan perched high in cabin hot, 
 All day your gentle whirring 
 Resounds like bees around a hive; 
 What air there is gets stirring. 
 At morn and evening while I dress 
 I point you at the angle 
 That reaches what there's left of me 
 E'en though my hair you tangle. 
 
 A CONVERSATION WITH A 
 PNEUMATIC MATTRESS. 
 
 A Tragedy in One Berth. 
 A sweet-faced steward to a berth assigned 
 
 me, 
 And there to Morpheus gently I resigned 
 
 me; 
 But scarcely had I touched my downy 
 
 couch 
 When someone seemed to murmur gently, 
 
 "Ouch." 
 I flinched; a wee small voice admonished, 
 
 "Hush," 
 Then contrapuntal-like came "Rot" and 
 
 "Tush." 
 'Twas just beginning: slippers, shoes and 
 
 gowns 
 Seemed vitalized with ugly verbs and 
 
 nouns : 
 Vituperation, gossip, slander, slang, 
 Throughout the vast expanse of that room 
 
 rang. 
 I swore and swearing seemed to fill the 
 
 air — 
 All had conspired to torture silence there; 
 I raved till raving left me nearly dead. 
 Then turned, as worms will do, upon my 
 
 bed, 
 And there the mystery was solved quite — 
 These mattresses pneumatic leak by night 
 Alackaday! Alas! Ah, woe is me, 
 I loathe these whispering mattresses at 
 
 A "FINLAND " GARDEN OF 
 BEDTIME VERSE. 
 
 Nice young men, so tall and stately, 
 We admire you very greatly 
 Making lovely panoramas 
 Sitting 'round in your pajamas. 
 Still — I hope I'm not too prudish, — 
 Are you not a trifle nudish.? 
 
 It is your privilege, my son. 
 To go to bed at twelve or one; 
 And yet it is not quite the thing 
 At such an hour to shout and sing; 
 While whistling "Very like a Rose" 
 May interrupt a pleasant doze; 
 And even on the rolling deep 
 Some humdrum people like to sleep. 
 
 Ladies sleeping on the decks 
 Sometimes look like Utter Wrecks. 
 Which of them would not prefer 
 That you did not stare at her? 
 Kindly do not draw your chair up 
 Till at least, they've put their hair up. 
 
 THE MAIDENS' PRAYER. 
 
 The Maidens yearned for their Beauty 
 Sleep 
 
 (Oh, "Finland's" Beauty fair!) 
 They brought their couches in a heap: 
 
 (Of air and eke of hair!) 
 They brought their covers snowy white 
 
 (Oh, "Finland's" Laundry clean!) 
 They spread them in the tropic night 
 
 Each maid a midnight queen! 
 Alas! who sitteth calmly there? 
 
 (Oh, hero undismayed!) 
 Accompanied by matrons fair 
 
 By straws and lemonade? 
 In vain they wander round and round 
 
 (Oh, "Finland's" maidens sweet!) 
 And sigh to see their Holy Ground 
 
 Still 'neath their Hero's feet. 
 
Oh, Uncle Joe! we love you so! 
 
 (Oh, "Finland" maidens' prayer!) 
 But if you love your nieces : Go ! 
 
 And seek another chair. 
 The boat is large that fact is plain! 
 
 (Oh, Finnish decks are wide!) 
 There are the bows — the hurricane — 
 
 And eke the other side! 
 The clock has past the stroke of ten 
 
 (Oh, time that speeds so fast!) 
 So leave us — Dearest — Best of Men ! 
 
 And let us sleep at last! 
 By day we worship at thy feet 
 
 (Oh Draughtsman we adore!) 
 We'd fain gain strength in slumber sweet 
 
 To wake — and love thee more ! 
 
 SEAWEED WIDOWS. 
 
 (After the departure from San Diego.) 
 
 We are the seaweed widows. 
 Hark to our tale of woe! 
 Our husbands 4 have gone ashore 
 And that's what grieves us so. 
 
 We have seen the Exposition, 
 We have seen the mountains high 
 
 We have seen the gallant Harvard 
 Go sailing proudly by. 
 
 We have our daughters with us. 
 Young friends and a niece or more. 
 But they're seedy weedy looking, 
 And their hearts are all ashore. 
 
 Nobody's dressed for dinner. 
 Mercy! why should we dress? 
 Put on our furs and laces 
 For twenty men or less? 
 
 The Banquet Hall's deserted 
 Our megaphone man is gone 
 And other empty places 
 Are making us forlorn. 
 
 One of us tries deception! 
 Brazens it out that she 
 Is happy without her husband 
 Says "I don't care a two-penny D.' 
 
 Ah, no! we are Seaweed Widows 
 The Parson called us so 
 
 And though he's a U n. 
 
 The Parson ought to know. 
 
CATA-LOG 
 
 List of First Cabin Passengers^ in which Harvard Men are Distin- 
 guished by Certain Nmnerals Set After their Names to Indicate the 
 Respective Tears in 'which they were^ should have been^ will he^ or 
 should be Graduated. 
 
 Abbott, Mr. Samuel 
 Ackerman, Mrs. E. L. 
 Alland, Mr. Maurice 
 Alland, Mr. Samuel 
 Andrianoff, Mr. John P. 
 Ashmead, Mr. J. Edward ("03) 
 Ashmead, Mrs. 
 Atlee, Mr. George Fox 
 Austin, Mr. Jame.s W. ('88) 
 Austin. Mr. Richard ('96) 
 
 Baizley, Mr. Rudolph R. 
 
 Bate.s, Mr. Robert W. ("11) 
 
 Bates, Miss C. Dorothea 
 
 Benton, Mr. Edward R. ("75) 
 
 Biechele, Miss Florence B. 
 
 Bigelow. Dr. Enos H. C%%) 
 
 Bigelow, Mrs. 
 
 Bigelow, Mr. George H. ('!<) 
 
 Birth. Miss M. 
 
 Blake, Miss Dorothy T. 
 
 Blankenship, Miss Byrd M. 
 
 Blumer, Mr. J. 
 
 Blumer. Mrs. 
 
 Blumer. Master Karl 
 
 Blumer. Miss Rita 
 
 Blumer, Miss Sylvana 
 
 Borcherling, Mrs. Charles 
 
 Bosher, Jr., Dr. Robert S. 
 
 Bosher, Mrs. R. S. 
 
 Brazer, Mr. Ralph F. 
 
 Brazer, Mr. Norman ('18) 
 
 Brazer, Miss Helen I. 
 
 Brazer, Miss Hilda F. 
 
 Brunning, Mr. Henry 
 
 Bryan. Dr. G. H. 
 
 Bryan, Miss Eleanor 
 
 Bryan, Miss Elizabeth. 
 
 Buckley, Mr. Norman Alexander ('H) 
 
 Buell, Mrs. George C. 
 
 Buell. Mr. Robert L. ("19) 
 
 Buell, Mr. Edward 
 
 Bull. Mr. Charles C. 
 
 Bullard, Mr. John M. ("13) 
 Burkhard, Mr. Arthur (Instr.) 
 Burt, Mr. H. Pierson ('08) 
 Burt, Mr. Grinnell ('08) 
 Burt, Mrs. Louisa P. 
 Burton, Mr. Van Duzer ('19) 
 Burton, Miss Catherine Sayre 
 Bush, Miss Lydia 
 
 Call. Mr. John 
 
 Carnegie, Mr. George Lauder 
 
 Carnegie, Mrs. 
 
 Carroll, Mr. Lauren ('06) 
 
 Cary, Mr. Thomas ('74) 
 
 Gary, Mrs. 
 
 Cheever, Miss Louisa S. 
 
 Cheney, Mr. Charles W. ("15) 
 
 Cheney, Miss Ruth 
 
 Cheney, Mr. William H. 
 
 Clark, Mr. Thomas W. ('98) 
 
 Clifford, Mr. Charles W. ('65) 
 
 Clifford. Mr. John H. ('Oil) 
 
 Coan, Miss Marian 
 
 Cobb. Mrs. R. L. 
 
 Codman, Mrs. E. D. 
 
 Codman, Miss 
 
 Coffin. Mr. Harry R. ('94) 
 
 Coffin, Miss Laura S. 
 
 Cole, Miss Edna 
 
 CoUins, Mr. Grillet N. 
 
 Coolidge, Mr. D. H. ('86) 
 
 Cowdin, Mr. Winthrop ('85) 
 
 Cowdin, Mrs. 
 
 Cox, Jr.. Mr. Attilla 
 
 Cox. Mrs. 
 
 Cox, Miss Harriet R. 
 
 Cullinan, Mr. E. C. ('93) 
 
 Currier, Mrs. W. M. 
 
 Curry. Mr. P. H. 
 
 Curtis, Mr. C. C. ('19) 
 
 Curtis, Mrs. J. B. 
 
 Gushing. Mr. Arthur P. ('78) 
 
 Cushwa. Mr. F. W. (G. '04) 
 
Daland, Mr. Tucker ('73) 
 
 Daland, Mrs. 
 
 Daland, Miss 
 
 Dale, Miss Agnes 
 
 Daution, Mr. Elie 
 
 Daution, Mrs. 
 
 Daution, Miss Georgette 
 
 Daution, Miss Elsie 
 
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EPI-LOG 
 
 All the Editors of the Log having died of severe appHcation and 
 extreme perplexity, it is fitting that a brief eulogy of these well- 
 intentioned but inevitably misunderstood persons be written, though 
 by an unknown pen. They did their best, sacrificing much time that 
 should have been devoted to having fun. They burned much mid- 
 night oil to make everybody happy. They were tender hearted, 
 guiltless of mahce, and ever prayed that they might add no tincture 
 of gall to anyone's cup of honey. In brief, they yearned to evolve a 
 Log that should please all and grieve none. Realizing their failure, 
 they expired. Peace to their ashes! 
 

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