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Show TiHES Or DODGING U-B01TSJIT5 SEA Rudolph de Zapp, Cook, Tells Friends How the Divers Behave. "LET GEORGE DO IT" Twice Spared Death, Count Says He Has Had Enough of Game. Ku.lolph do ZiM'P. known amonq his intima Les Count Ie Z-ipp, passrri t ln'oii'ti II Litku vi-sic-nlay on his way lu i iilii'ornia. :ie Milled that warfare mfiki'. him sick; further, that he knows what it to feci the shuddnr of a ship's df a Ui 1)1 ow, to rush to t lie open boats wiiilo distress rockets are rending the nilu. He hay even been in a sea battle ' witii a r-hoat after a five-hour stern rhasr. And there is not a scar on his person, aline in Ills vivid pink cheeks or a shadow in his blue eyes to give one " an inkling of his history. The count met his first submarine in the Mediterranean a year ao, his second on t he Irish a,-f. last January. Now he Is on his way back home, where the war soems far away. No more of the sea for ) him, lie says, until the war is over. Torpedo Ends It. , February last he found himself second cook on the Medic, bound from Liverpool to Mediterranean ports. They ha-d been out fifteen days and were somewhere o!f t'tc-ilv when a torpedo put an emphatic period to their further progress. '! ' never did see the torpedo or the ! submarine," he said last night at the t Newhouso hotel, where lie was paying a visit to hia friend, W. O. Anderson. "It was about diifdc and the sea was fairly smooth. I was cooking in the galley when she hit us. There was an explosion in ihe engine room which wiped out the whole wateh below and the ship lurched suddenlr and all the dishes and pans went eliding. Then she began settling down at the stern, which was my cue to make for the boats. We laid by until she went down. Another U-boat. , "Six months later I shipped on the Telfair Tel-fair "Daugherty of The AValker line out of Glasgow, bound for Australia. We made the round trip all right. As we were on our wav to Barry, on the Welsh coast, to load with coal for the British fleet, we met with another one of those submarines. subma-rines. At noon one day the lookout made ! out a periscope eticking its tiny head ,; over the waves in the wake of the ship. It came up and grave one hoot and we , i knew just what it meant. We got the I lifeboats ready and then we went down to help the stokers. Some of. the chaps went to look after a thirteen-pounder we had at the stern, and the captain started his distress rockets soaring. But the best we could make was eleven knots. The submarine aimed one torpedo at us ! and missed. Then to get in better position po-sition she rose to the surface and in the course of the chase encircled the freighter freight-er two or three times, diving and raising rais-ing like a giant purpoise. We were helpless. help-less. Says "Let George Do It." "The submarine wouldn't stay within range of our stern gun. We steered a zig-zag course, making for the shore: We fired eighty-six shots before the submarine sub-marine disappeared. You can imagine my disgust when the submarine appeared again at 5 o'clock and I said, 'This is a case of where Jerry -wrote the note,' meaning curtains for poor old Telfair. The next torpedo caught us good, the fellow fel-low that aimed it being somewhat of an Annie Oakley. There was nothing to do but to the boats again for the count, and the .last I saw of our poor old ship was old Neptune doing his best to annihilate her on the rocks of the coast,1 And there was only one man hurt, and that 'was when he fell downstairs to recover his Ingersoll watch. No more war for mine. Let George do it." |