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Show T7i TT all ales As told to: ELMO FRANK E. nd SCOTT HAGAN j WATSON The White Cliffs of Dover 11 r AC1C in the days when we had iron men on wooden ships instead of wooden men on iron ships," said Cap'n John of Marble-head, Marble-head, "I signed on for my first cruise with Old Stormalong. A big feller the skipper was just four fathoms and a compass width from the deck to the bridge. "lie had to be, of course, for his vessel, the Courser, was the biggest big-gest ship on the Atlantic. Why, I mind the day he sent a young feller aloft to push a cloud off the top of the mainmast . . . when he came down he was drippin' wet with somethiu' white. 'Danged near drowned up there in the Milky Way . . .' he was spurterin'. 'T'.ut I was startin' to tell you about that time a storm drove us toward the English channel. Between Be-tween Calais and the clilTs of Dover Old Stormalong took one squint ahead and yelled: 'Will she make it?' "'May scrape a hit of paint off'n her sides, but I think she will,' an-swerd an-swerd the man at the wheel. " Can't have that:' roared Old Stormalong. 'Ail hands over and soap the sides . . . put an extra heavy coat on the starboard.' 'The next minute nie and the rest of the crew w as p'asterin" the sides of the Courser with ail the soap we had on '..irl an.l she eased th.ro'jzh wUh'-ut a bit of tri'h'e. Of course, :; was such a tight Si that the Dover Do-ver cliffs scrape! every M: of soar off the start-. tar i si te. Ever since ".f.'se cliffs have T.een pure wh.l;e "ey.-.. Sure i: is 1 Next tiu.e you go thr.-ugh the c'.ur.r.e! take a look at the waves. They're still a bit foaxy |