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Show GOOD SAILOR BUT ALWAYS THE GOAT ' Dinny Didn't Eat Those 1,900 Denim Suits. ARMY WONT LET HIM LAND Was Only a Kid When He Left tha Great Lakes to Go to Sea and Has Made Ten Round Trips to France Ten Times He Has Been Refused Permission to Land Has Extraordinary Extraordi-nary Appetite for Lead Pencil Shav-ings. Shav-ings. When the "trophy ship" Snntn Rosa made fast to her pier tit Hoboken, the fiist member of the creT to start down the gangplank was Dinny, who was bred in northern Illinois, and was only a kid when he left the Great Lakes naval training station to go to sea., The soldier guard at the bottom of the gangplank held up a forbidding hand. Dinny, being a sailor, disdained the landlubber's command, writes George C. Briggs in the Chicago News. The immediate result was an encounter about the middle of the inclined way, nnd the soldier retired precipitately to the pier while Bosn's Mate Claude Smith and others of the Santa Rosa crew dragged the obstreperous Dinny back on shipboard, placating him with promises that he should have a large meal of pencil shavings. This incident led to a discovery of twofold interest. For one thing It disclosed dis-closed that Dinny will do almost- anything any-thing waive his shore leave ; wave his short tail anything for a mouthful mouth-ful of pencil shavings. Lieut. Commander Com-mander Horace L. Hall, executive officer of-ficer of the Santa Rosa, confessed that it has kept him busy grinding up pencils pen-cils in the pencil sharpener so that sawdust might be supplied to appease Dinny's Inordinate appetite. It's Army Versus Navy. The other thing of interest is that an extensive controversy has arisen between Uncle Sam's army on the one hand and the navy on the other, as to whether Dinny shall be allowed to land on the shores of his native country or whether, like the man without a country, coun-try, he must remain forever an expatriate ex-patriate and sail the briny sea till it gets his goat. "Nope; he dasn't come ashore," was the translated mandate of port of embarkation em-barkation officials, communicated by an orderly to Lieutenant Commander HrII when sailors of the Santa Rosa took up the argument in Dinny's behalf be-half with soldiers at the bottom of the gangplank where the jurisdiction of the navy ends and dominion by the land forces begins. It was the tenth time permission for Dinny to land had been refused by the army. "I'm sorry about Dinny," said the executive ex-ecutive officer. "He is the best mariner mar-iner on the ship. He has made ten round trips to France; every one since the ship went into commission as a transport last March. And he never gets seasick, although he eats matches, cigarettes and all the pencil sharpen-ings sharpen-ings we can supply.' He is a native-born native-born American and still the army won't let him land. The situation Is getting serious now, for this is our last trip. The ship is to be turned over to the shipping board and something some-thing will have to be done about Suspicion Falls on Dinny. At this juncture of the conversation an officer of the port appeared at the door of the ex-office. "I'm instructed to locate 1,900 blue denim suits which were delivered to this ship and have them put ashore at once," he told Lieutenant Commander Comman-der Hall. "Haven't seen them, captain. Don't know where they are," said the executive execu-tive officer. "Maybe Dinny no, I don't think he'd go that far, though he'll eat anything." "One thousand nine hundred blue jumpers are charged to the ship," the army captain was repeating, when he was interrupted by a clatter of hoofs and a weird apparition appeared in the doorway behind him. There was a goat 1 with a pair of boxing gloves strapped oer his horns. "Dinny, have you been eating any blue denim suits?" the lieutenant commander com-mander demanded gravely. "Aah aa !" was all Dinny said, but he was looking wistfully, eloquently nt the pencil sharpener above the desk of the lieutenant commander. Just then the bosn's mate raced along the gangway and tried to pull the intruding animal out of the door. "He's been boxing again, sir standing stand-ing on bis hind legs like he does and j butting with the gloves on. And, sir, I ve located the blue denim suits, sir. They're packed between the captured cannon and tanks in the hold to keep that, artillery from roiiing around. Come along. Dinny." "Aa ah," said Dinny. |