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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 by 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.

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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.

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LOG
OF THE PANAMA-PACIFIC LINE
S.S. “FINLAND”

From New York (via Panama Canal and San Diego) towards 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 6.24 P.M. stopped to discharge pilot. 6.30 P.M. passed Scotland 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 éclat.—Delay in handling baggage explained by steward: Dr. P. J. Finnigan of Cambridge sending on board case of bottled cocktails.—Excellent 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!—Majestically down the bay, through the Narrows, past Sandy Hook.—Out on broad Atlantic.—All in line in dining saloon engaging seats.—First 1b 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 Delano, Mr. and Mrs. Hubert de la Bache Wiegand, Mr. T. J. Oakley Rhinelander II, Miss A. Von Schrader, Mrs. Henry Ashe Tilghmann, Mr. Ewan Cameron MacVeagh, 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 assignments, but all manage to appear properly washed.—Bugle call for breakfast.—Mr. Arthur P. Cushing reports bad egg.—Egg arrested, tried, convicted and 2a 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-passengers 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 remarkably sweet-faced girl.—Always together, as 2b right and proper.—Hearty congratulations.—All settling into pre-destined places.—Mr. A. Wilder Pollard in captain’s cabin.—Messrs. Fish, Cowdin, Willard, Cary, Jackson, Cullinan, 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 confessed 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 disappear for parts unknown to legal owners.—Mrs. J. B. Curtis sitting in chair knitting, and talking about son, who is worth it.—John A. Morris in chair reading Bret Harte.—Arthur Burkhard, assistant professor 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.—Van Duzer Burton in chair waiting for moustache to grow.—Greatest event after dinner is first Tea-passing.—Wild enthusiasm over accompanying cakes.—Sea calm.—Several 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. 3a 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 thawing out a bit.—Swimming pool set up in forecastle.—All Harvard men tagged with crimson ribbons and cards bearing respective names.—Ribbons really superfluous for reasons embalmed in song and story, but cards quite a convenience.—Everybody 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-dinner 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 presiding 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 surrounding ocean.—Cheer up!—Talk with Mr. Charles B. Wilby.—Jolliest philosopher 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 pessimistic; 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 ability, but does a prodigious lot of nothing.—Captain 3b came through publicly for first time.—Says ought to reach Colon Friday night and begin passage of Canal following 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. 4½° W. Distance, 327 miles. Latitude, 25° 57′ N. Longitude, 74° 20′ W. Light wind, slight sea. Fine and clear. 8.40 P.M. passed 5 miles east of San Salvador Island.

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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 convention.—Perfectly natural error in observation.—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.—Many flying fish.—Prescott, alias “Rhino,” Townsend watching them, said, “I don’t see how those birds can stay under water so long.”—Getting much livelier.—Shuffleboard playing in forecastle.—Other games flourish aft.—Passengers startled by sudden list of ship to port.—Investigation 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 instant.—Admiral A. Wilder Pollard in smoking room making abstruse nautical 4b 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. Pomeroy talking to Mr. Wilby on hurricane deck.—Is an authority on Oriental antiquities.—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 4. 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. 11.10 P.M. Havassa Isl. abeam.

All hands piped forward bright and early to see Mr. J. Edward Weld take 5a 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 especially 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.—Identity of lucky three still in doubt.—Lauren Carroll in evidence.—Lawyer and alderman.—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 5b wave broke on port bow, drenching many, including Recording Editor on hurricane deck.—Passed steamer at noon.—After lunch, Cuba clear on starboard.—Beautiful, mountainous coast.—Fresh, following 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 reporter, is “Akrata.”—Grandfather was Greek scholar which accounts for preceding.—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.

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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.

Long roll of the Caribbean.—Considerable illness, unalleviated by time-honored jests about being “contributors to the Atlantic.”—Sea does its worst, being evidently peeved because Harvard mis-pronunciation stresses second syllable of its name instead of first and third.—Understand 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 companions in misery.—Three o’clock, pillow fight on boom across pool.—Highly successful from standpoint of spectators.—Special swimming hour for ladies established.—At 4.50 Miss Catherine Sayre 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. 6b De captain says dat after diss de ladiess mus’ sleep by demselves and de gentlemen mus’ sleep by dereselves.”—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.—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 7a shifted to give more space.—Likewise originator of great bean-bag contest that raged daily on hurricane deck until appearance of plaintive sign, “The officers of the evening watch are trying hard to get a little sleep.”—Men sleeping everywhere 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 removes 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.—Immediate 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. 30½° 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 distinguished 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 7b to do in Logs.—Lightning.—Mist.—In touch with wireless at Isthmus.—Everybody 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.—Wireless from Colon.—If arrive before sundown will be medically inspected and allowed to go ashore for night.—Invitation sent to Governor-General Goethals to come to Colon and be fêted.—Answer, Governor-General away, but Harvard men on Isthmus will arrange dinner dance at Washington Hotel, Colon.—Disquieting 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 implicated.—Plot abandoned after consultation 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. 30½° W. Distance, 87 miles. At 7.54 P.M. entered Colon Harbor. 8a 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 inspection.—Long, hungry wait for port physician.—All derogatory remarks about aforesaid physician sternly suppressed by medical students, Messrs. George B. Wilbur and George H. Bigelow.—Fledgling 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 generally prefer monocles.—Professor Schofield 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 consists 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 8b 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 passengers 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 bordering lake.—Lots of local color, varying from Jamaica coal black through saddle color, faint yellow to almost white.—Settlements 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 anywhere.—Stop at Tivoli Hotel.—Naval officers giving dinner with dances between 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.

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 slide in the Culebra Cut) alongside 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.—Darkies fishing.—Great luck.—Syrian comes on board selling Panama hats and brilliant scarfs.—Big business.—Submarine comes up into lake and plays around.—Absentees 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 9b good cockfight and later a very poor bullfight.—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 ’em 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 naïvely inquires his rank.—He answers, “Ship’s dentist.”—Don’t approve of such levity.—Let’s turn in.

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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 pronounce name of town just like “Cologne.”—Reason not obvious, but Hotel Washington fine place with refreshing swimming 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 fidus 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

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 below 10b 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.—Bulletin, as usual, says, “ship will sail at noon.”—Deep-sea joker has written below, “What day?”—At 11 o’clock, announcement 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 who he is.—Too polite to tell.—Contributor sends limerick on Miss Smith,—entitled, “Why We Have Been Delayed at Gatun:”

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!”, holding 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 11a cleared Canal, discharged pilot and proceeded on voyage.

Expert opinions of two pilots on question 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.—Gangway 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 direction.—Pass Bolton Castle and Hercules.—Floating 11b 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 military, crest the hills, shouting.—Culebra on starboard. Gold Hill, port, both furrowed by traces of former slides and clearing work.—Foaming cascades.—Snapshooters busy.—Young A. W. Knauth (please pronounce the initial “K”) exceedingly active, taking pictures from perilous positions.—Everybody forward.—Tense excitement and general silence.—Critical 12a point of passage.—Vessel behind us swings her bow to port, completely blocking channel.—Various theories of purpose of manœuvre.—Slight shuddering through vessel twice as she scrapes bottom.—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 darkness.—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 sorting out everybody’s shirts and collars.—Demonstrates advantage of Socialistic gray flannel shirts.—Don’t need washing.—Cutter comes out of darkness.—Two elderly lady passengers, coming from Balboa.—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 12b starboard.—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. Hibbard lost a front tooth.—Gaping abyss in 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 13a 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.—Porpoises tumbling.—Turtles flopping.—Pass “Kroonland,” eastward bound.—Must set back watches three hours before reaching port.—Upsets meal hours, frightfully.—Hurricane deck closed to sleepers.—Don’t care.—Can sleep anywhere.—Good night.

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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 consequence.—Deck, with late sleepers, looks like emergency hospital.—Always tripping 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 cultivated in porpoise schools and colleges.—Specialty, high jump and somersault.—Perhaps their way of giving college yell.—Mrs. 14a Arthur K. Stone writing poem to be called “The Purposes of Porpoises.”—Blocked by need of a rhyme to “porpoise.”—Lawyers Ashmead, Worthington, Weld, Eder, Bullard, Wilber, Purrington, Gushing, Hardon, Wade and Hawes, immediately and in chorus suggest “Habeas Corpus,” thereby saving the day and poem.—Lots of water polo, morning and afternoon.—Miss Hedwig Mierswa appears 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 illuminated.—Green light, starboard; red light, port; another at masthead.—Balmy slumber.

Saturday, August 14. W.S.W. wind. Course, N. 63° W. Distance, 352 miles. Latitude, 12° 21′ N. Longitude, 92° 00′ W. Light to moderate breeze and corresponding sea. Cloudy and lightning.

More whales.—Lots of whales.—Portents of great happenings.—Portents fulfilled.—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 productions included here for lack of space.—So sorry!—Elaborate smuggling game, “Unaccustomed Customs,” feature of day.—Also singing by J. Edward Weld.—Steamer towing ship on port side.—At 14b 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 sunshade.—Glad to see some one who can make a dollar go so far.—Sticks himself full of long pins, needles and other feminine 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. 62½° W. Distance, 340 miles. Latitude, 14° 58′ N. Longitude 97° 10′ W. Moderate to fresh breeze, fine clear weather, moderate sea.

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Sunday, August 15.—Day begins quietly, with prospects of more excitement.—Question raised, “Shall men leave ship at San Diego and take train for San Francisco 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 entrancing subject says, “They are proper, conventional, womanly. Play bean-bag daily, talk only to Chosen Few. Originating in Chicago, they have assumed the court manner of Washington.”—Such extended 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.—Norman 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 become too weighty for office chairs.—Sudden 15b burst of rain at night clears decks of sleepers.—Sleeping, otherwise, done successfully.

Monday, August 16. Wind, West—Var. Course, N. 62½° 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 him.—He used to be a sporting editor.—Also 16a 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 number of days out by relative unfreshness of aforementioned.—Burt Brothers don’t eat olives.—They grow ’em.—Band is neutral.—Never plays Tipperary, the Marseillaise, or Die Wacht am Rhein.—Various class pictures taken, foreward.—Cleopatra, the black cat of the galley watch, largely recovered from late indisposition.—Cordial mutual congratulations of medical 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 16b thinks coloring slightly overdone in streaks.—Early sleepers on deck in picturesque 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. Longitude, 107° 26′ W. Variable winds, passing 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 somersault until they are graduated to schools or colleges.—Non-Harvard photograph taken.—Group of George Lauder Carnegie, Joseph Linden Smith, Frederick P. Keppel, Arthur Guiterman, Attilla Cox, Sailor John (real name, Hans), monkey, pup, various kittens and toucan.—Labelled “The Outlaws.”—Sorry Mrs. Carnegie 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 17a treat Cushing 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 corresponding 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.—Supply 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 ability 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 Sheldon 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. Longitude 116° 20′ W. Fresh breeze and rough sea, hazy weather.

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Cool tang to morning plunge.—Passengers in street clothes, overcoats and sweaters.—Weld in bathing suit, shivering on the chilly deck, by the tank, something like Casabianca.—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 unwrung, and the buckwheat cakes at breakfast 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 reaching San Diego to-morrow.—In evening, Joseph Linden Smith makes announcement of winners of Hot-Foot Poetry Contest.—Prize winning poem read by Professor 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, 18a also of making schedules of tips.—Farewell celebrations.—Dancing.—Parties in smoking room.—Smaller parties, generally 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 passengers say farewell to the “Finland.”—Helped down the steepest gangplank ever, by strong Sailor John.—Considerable delay waiting for customs inspection.—Duty charged on purchases in Panama.—No exemption.—Government theory is that $100 exemption applies only to passengers coming from foreign port.—“Finland” is coastal steamer, from New York to San Diego, so all foreign-bought goods dutiable.—Beautiful point, isn’t it?—Volunteer Harvard autos take “Finlanders” 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 18b 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 steering 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 19a Sheldon, Arthur Johnson mellifluously dispensing serious literature to fascinated groups.—Lovely evening light on hills.—S.S. “Harvard,” bound for San Francisco 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 remains though chivalry has deserted.—Several Johnsons and Williams still on board.—Most sympathetic attentions of stewards.—Late in evening lone editor walks ghostly decks, peopled with faint forms huddled on airy mattresses.—Pale gleam shows phantom pool lively with noiseless swimmers.—Familiar shape outlined in white on boom gracefully nursing knee, presides.—It is immaterial essence of Uncle Joseph Linden Smith in favorite attitude.—Substantially-built, transparent figure of Ned Weld springs noiselessly into pool in sitting attitude.—Down the dark deck fairy outlines spring up and fade, silently coming and going, crowding about with inaudible rustling.—Time to turn in.—Wail from crow’s nest “A-a-all’s Wel-l-l-l!”—Probably so.—Leave deck to ghosts, and let Captain Vanderdecken—beg pardon—Prager—guide us 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 19b plunges into dense fog.—Whistle hoots at frequent intervals, always coming 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 3½ 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 expression.—Increasing excitement on part of Cushing, Sheldon and others who wonder whether they can reach dinner of Associated 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 Cacoëthes Scribendi. Last words were: “Ich 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 delegation at pier, glowing with hospitality.

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Saturday, August 21. Wind, variable. Courses, various. Distance, 57 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.

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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.

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CHANSONS DU CANAL

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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 endowments 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 tournaments; 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 suggestions, 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. Furthermore, the contestants, even under most gruelling conditions, were invariably dashing, never lacking in pep., and always absolutely sporting. In all the heart rending 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 25b 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 æsthetic contests—Hat Trimming and Dancing.

* This 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.

Following the official order, but with equal honor to all, we present the winners of

THE FINLAND CHAMPIONSHIPS.

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 forward, toward opponent’s goal.

3. A goal shall consist in carrying the ball to opponent’s end of tank and touching 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	Unplayed	Per Cent
Jamaicans	4	1	0	.800
Cubists	3	2	0	.600
Mexicats	3	2	0	.600
Semi-Colons	2	1	2	.400
Panamaniacs	1	3	1	.200
Columbiads	0	4	1	.000

The Cubists and Jamaicans were tied for first place until they met to play the match which was to decide the championship. The match was scheduled for 3.30 P.M. but when the appointed hour came, 27a and the Jamaicans stalwart in their bathing 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 agreement, 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 Jamaicans won by the close score (unofficial) 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 contested as the size of the tank permitted. The Mexicats won, by superhuman efforts. T. W. Slocum played the best game for the Panamaniacs.

BRIDGE.—The Bridge Championship 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 defeated 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.

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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 chairman—

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; 28a 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. Dewson d. Miss Blankenship and Miss Linton 1652-694; Miss M. Slocum 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 Hurlbut and S. D. Hurlbut 1747-1551; Miss Shattuck and R. Austin d. Mrs. Inches and C. Hackett 1423-236.

Fourth Round (semi-finals)—Mrs. Slocum 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 28b Slocum and Langdon Simons; Miss Thaxter 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 Slocum and H. M. Williams, Jr.; Miss Laura Delano and J. H. Clifford; Miss Granger and Van Duzer Burton; Miss Louise Delano 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 swimming 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 resemblance 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 Slocum (whose shuffling was of the best) and her partner Langdon Simons and the well balanced team of Miss Cheney and MacVeagh: 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?

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Sporting Editor: —accomplished dancer, the most musical, the most fascinating—

Head-Editor: Stop! 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 department, and what I say here goes. She’s a wonder—She won the Dancing Contest and the Hat Trimming; got to the semifinals of the Bridge Tournament; played a really remarkable game of Shuffle-Board; plays the piano charmingly, swims like a duck, and besides that was, in my opinion, one of the most delightful and 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 Department of Sports.

Head-Editor: Um—well, I don’t believe 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.

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HOT-FOOT POETRY.—This game was devised by J. Linden Smith especially for this voyage, and is played in the following 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 recovering the shoes of their several fair partners, raced at top speed back to the tank, where the ladies were waiting shoeless, 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 dripping but with the magic envelope, which being opened divulged four words which rhymed. A period of twelve minutes, carefully estimated by the official timekeeper, 30a was allowed the lady, to write with any assistance that she could command, 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 retrieved by Mr. Williams were

CRIME
RHYME
LIME
TIME

and their poem read as follows:

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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 following:

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:

Miss M. Strong and N. A. Buckley on a basis of these words

ACHE
RAKE
FAKE
TAKE

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composed the following:

These words were prophetic, for in the final round which was run off on the Pacific Ocean, Miss Strong and Mr. Buckley 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 instantaneously 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, producing this impromptu poem in nine minutes:

Second honors went to Miss Mary Johnson (substituting for Miss Inches) and David Ives Mackie, Jr. Coming in 31b fifth in point of time, their poem was given second place by the judges. It read:

Professor Schofield of the English Department 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 permutations—

[Head Editor: I wish you’d try to talk a little more like a Sporting Editor.

Sporting Editor: I’m sorry. I thought Uncle Joe would 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 inspectors. The girls are required to assemble 32a 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 containing 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, bribery, expostulation, confiscation and beguilement 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. Tilghmann as inspector represented the majesty 32b of the tariff so well that he brought in 47 beans and a large number of confiscated articles.

CULEBRA CUT AND RUN.—The devotees of Uncle Joe’s intricate pastimes, 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:

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—reptile or bird—she has turned the paper down so only small marks show where the body is to be joined—and the boy without seeing her work—puts a body on it—and folds the work of art up and gives it to the chaperone.

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When the 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 surround 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 wonderful 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. Pollard, Miss Sedric Williams and G. H. Bigelow carried off first prizes. Mrs. Arthur Guiterman and C. Hackett received honorable mention for their respective merits as chaperone and swain.

HAT TRIMMING.—This contest was a case of Miss Margaret Slocum first 33b 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 combined pens of Joseph Conrad, Spenser and A. Guiterman and the pencils of Joseph Linden Smith and Bakst to render adequately 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 commemorate the numerous entertainments of every kind provided by the indefatigable committees by formal record in the LOG. Perhaps the best of these was announced by a poster, which ran:

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Owing to the indisposition of the hippodore, another and more celebrated performer 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. Guiterman), 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 magnificent pearl of the size and somewhat the texture of a tennis ball causing much admiring 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 threatening 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 34b plucky tormentors who clung to his great bulk like terriers. Suddenly as quickly as they had flashed into the pool the Shuterdoors or Dontmatter­dors scrambled out and were gone. Now the Hippodore advanced proudly to the attack flourishing a wooden dagger 3 inches long. As the Hippo swam heavily toward him the valiant Don Mayo, purple with excitement dived over the head of the approaching 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 threatening 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 enraptured throng Don Mayo conquers,—the Hippo floats lifeless on the troubled surface 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 Experience 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.

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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 Association, 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 steamship “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. C. Cullinan, ’93, who acted as temporary chairman. Mr. J. Edward Weld, ’82, then stated that the purpose of the meeting 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 immediately 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 following committees were then elected:

ENTERTAINMENT COMMITTEE.

Joseph Linden Smith, Chairman.
Miss Sedric Williams, Secretary.
Mrs. W. H. Wade.
Mrs. R. Kline.
Mrs. Hackett.
Miss Thaxter.
Miss Inches.
Miss Granger.
Miss Slocum.
W. H. Hibbard, Jr., ’92.
T. Sheldon, ’05.
G. H. Bigelow. ’12.
J. A. Morris, ’13.
G. L. Williams, ’16.
T. T. Mackie, ’18.
J. C. B. Moore, ’18.
Van Duzer Burton, ’19.

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IDENTIFICATION COMMITTEE.

Mrs. Henry W. Hardon, Chairman.
H. 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. H. 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.

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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 meeting 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 morning, 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 36b possible to reach the latter city early Saturday morning and to go with the Associated Harvard Clubs to Mt. Tamalpais 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 Association, 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.

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LOGRHYTHMS

Lines Written on Observing a Vacancy Occasioned by the Removal of an Incisor Tooth from the Upper Maxillary of Mr. William G. Hibbard, Jr.

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CATA-LOG

List of First Cabin Passengers, in which Harvard Men are Distinguished by Certain Numerals Set After their Names to Indicate the Respective Years in which they were, should have been, will be, 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. James W. (’88)
Austin, Mr. Richard (’96)

Baizley, Mr. Rudolph R.
Bates, Mr. Robert W. (’11)
Bates, Miss C. Dorothea
Benton, Mr. Edward R. (’75)
Biechele, Miss Florence B.
Bigelow, Dr. Enos H. (’82)
Bigelow, Mrs.
Bigelow, Mr. George H. (’12)
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 (’12)
Buell, Mrs. George C.
Buell, Mr. Robert L. (’19)
Buell, Mr. Edward
Bull, Mr. Charles C.
40b 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)
Cary, 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. (’02)
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
Collins, 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.
Cushing, Mr. Arthur P. (’78)
Cushwa, Mr. F. W. (G. ’04)

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Daland, Mr. Tucker (’73)
Daland, Mrs.
Daland, Miss
Dale, Miss Agnes
Daution, Mr. Elie
Daution, Mrs.
Daution, Miss Georgette
Daution, Miss Elsie
David, Mrs. E. W.
Davis, Mr. Harold H. (’17)
Day, Rev. John W. (’85)
Delano, Frederic A. (’85)
Delano, Miss Louise
Delano, Miss Laura
Denny, Mr. Clarence B. (’93)
Denny, Mrs.
Dewson, Mr. George B. (’83)
Dewson, Mrs.
Dunlap, Miss Bessie
Durham, Miss Jane

Eder, Mr. Phanor J. (’03)
Eder, Mrs.
Edgar, Mr. William (’16)
Edmands, Miss Violet
Eichner, Mr. David
Elgar, Mr. F. C.
Elliot, Miss Rosamond
Elms, Miss
Emerson, Miss Dorothy P.
Everett, Mr. E. W.

Ferris, Mrs. H. J.
Finnigan, Dr. P. J. (’83)
Fish, Mr. Frederick P. (’75)
Friedeberg, Mr. T.
Friedeberg, Mrs.
Fry, Mr. Charles (’13)

Gillam, Mr. A. B.
Gillam, Mrs.
Gold, Mr. Jacob
Gold, Mrs. Auguste
Goodridge, Mr. Arthur M. (’00)
Granger, Miss Elizabeth
Gray, Mr. William S.
Gray, Miss Hope
Griffin, Mr. Roger C. (’04)
Grosh, Mr. Aron
Grosh, Mr. John L.
Guiterman, Mr. Arthur
Guiterman, Mrs.

Habermann, Miss Ina
Hackett, Mr. Chauncey (’03)
41b Hackett, Mrs.
Hadden, Jr., Mr. John A.
Hadden, Mrs.
Haight, Miss Helen L.
Hallstead, Mr. William K.
Hannan, Miss Louise
Hannan, Miss Loretta C.
Hardon, Mr. Henry W. (’82)
Hardon, Mrs.
Hardon, Miss Anne F.
Hawes, Mr. James W. (’66)
Hawes, Mrs.
Hayes, Miss Maud E.
Heck, Mr. Francis
Hemenway, Jr., Mr. Augustus (’05)
Hibbard, Jr., Mr. William G. (’91)
Hibbard, Mrs.
Hitch, Dr. D. M.
Hitch, Mr. Marshall D.
Hurlbut, Mr. Stephen D.
Hurlbut, Miss Julia

Inches, Mrs. Charles E.
Inches, Miss Louise
Isham, Mr. Ralph (’89)
Isham, Mrs.
Isham, Mr. A. K. (’15)
Ives, Mr. Frederick A.
Ives, Mrs.

Jackson, Mr. Arthur C. (’88)
Jenckes, Mr. John
Johnson, Mr. Arthur S. (’85)
Johnson, Jr., Mr. Arthur S.
Johnson, Miss Mary S.
Johnson, Mr. Lindley
Johnson, Jr., Mr. Lindley
Johnson, Miss Mary W.
Johnson, Miss Marian
Johnson, Mrs. Wolcott H.
Johnson, Miss Rosamond
Johnson, Mr. Samuel
Johnson, Mr. George F. B.
Joline, Mr. O. C. (’89)
Joy, Mr. Fred (’81)
Joy, Miss Minnie B.
Joy, Miss Alice

Kelly, Mr. E. J.
Kempe, Mr. Henry
Kennedy, Mr. G. J.
Kennedy, Miss Claire L.
Kennedy, Miss May M.
Keppel, Mr. Frederick P.
Kleckner, Mr. W.
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Kline, Mr. Robert E. (’93)
Kline, Mrs.
Kline, Jr., Mr. Robert E.
Kline, Mr. Donald C.
Knauth, Mr. Arnold W. (’12)
Koles, Mr. Eli

Langthorne, Miss J. M.
Lee, Miss Laura
Lehmen, Mr. Fred C.
Leonard, Mr. Melvin H. (’19)
Libau, Mr. Sidney
Lilienthal, Jr., Mr. Albert W.
Linton, Miss Lottie M.
Lough, Rev. Edward T.
Lough, Mrs.
Love, Miss

McDowell, Mr. A.
Mackie, Mr. David Ives (’83)
Mackie, Mrs.
Mackie, Mr. Thomas T. (’18)
Mackie, Mr. John M.
Mackie, Jr., Master David Ives
Maclay, Miss Helen
Maclean, Mr. J. T.
Maclean, Mrs.
MacVeagh, Mr. Ewen Cameron (’18)
May, Mr. Ralph (’04)
Meding, Dr. C. B.
Mierswa, Miss H.
Minon, Mr. C. F.
Monroe, Mr. William I. (’79)
Moore, Prof. Edward Caldwell (Prof.)
Moore, Mrs.
Moore, Mr. John Crosby Brown (’18)
Moore, Miss Dorothea
Morris, A. Hennen (’85)
Morris, Mr. John A. (’13)
Morrison-Fuller, Mrs. John

Newton, Mr. F. Maurice (’98)
Newton, Mrs.
Norris, Miss Jane S.
Norris, Miss J.
Nugent, Mr. William P.

Oliver, Dr. Andrew (’91)
Orovitz, Mr. Ben.

Page, Dr. Calvin Gates (’90)
Page, Mrs.
Paine, Miss Esther P.
Parlin, Mr. A. C.
42b Parlin, Mrs.
Pelham, Mrs. Nona
Pelham, Miss Marguerite
Pelham, Miss Gladys
Pennypacker, Mr. T. R. (’16)
Platt, Mr. Henry N. (’10)
Pollard, Mr. A. Wilder (’83)
Pollard, Mrs.
Pollard, Miss Pauline
Pomeroy, Miss Mary W.
Potts, Mr. Joseph (’97)
Preston, Mr. Herbert F. (’04)
Purrington, Mr. W. A. (’73)
Purrington, Mrs.

Randall, Miss F. E.
Rex, Mr. Charles
Reynolds, Mrs. Beatrice W.
Rhinelander, Mr. Phillip Kip (’18)
Rhinelander, Mr. Phillip II
Rhinelander, Mr. T. J. Oakley
Rhinelander, Mr. T. J. Oakley II
Riis, Mr. William
Rogers, Mr. Rochester H. (’07)
Rollins, Mr. Sherwood (’18)
Ross, Mr. H. H.
Russell, Dr. S. P.
Russell, Mrs.

Sackett, Mr. F. M. (’93)
Sackett, Mrs.
Savage, Mr. Henry W.
Savage, Miss Bettina True
Schofield, Prof. W. H. (’93)
Schofield, Mrs.
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Shattuck, Miss Clara L.
Sheldon, Mrs. Theodore
Sheldon, Mr. Theodore (’05)
Sheldon, Miss Mary
Shelmire, Mrs. C.
Sheridan, Miss Mary A.
Sheriff, Mr. Andrew R. (’96)
Sheriff, Mr. Rothwell
Shippey, Mrs. A. H.
Shissler, Mrs. Irene Heck
Simons, Mr. Minot (’91)
Simons, Mrs.
Simons, Mr. Langdon (’18)
Slocum, Mr. William H. (’90)
Slocum, Mrs.
Slocum, Miss Margaret
Slocum, Miss Ruth
Slocum, Mr. Thomas W. (’90)
Smith, Miss Alice Pomeroy
43a Smith, Mr. Joseph Linden (Instr.)
Smith, Miss Margery J.
Spates, Mr. W. H.
Spates, Mrs.
St. John, Mr. Gamaliel C.
St. John, Mr. Orson L.
Stanton, Mr. C. E. (’03)
Strong, Miss Kathryn E.
Strong, Miss Marjory R.
Steele, Mrs. B. L.
Steele, Miss Adele L.
Stone, Dr. A. K. (’83)
Stone, Mrs.
Sullivan, Miss Selma
Suzuki, Mr. H. Ko
Swan, Mr. Clifford M. (G. ’08)

Thaxter, Miss Elizabeth
Thomas, Mr. Landon A.
Thomas, Mrs.
Tilghmann, Mrs. Henry Ashe
Tilghmann, Mr. George Hammond
Tobin, Mr. B. F.
Tobin, Mrs.
Tobin, Mr. B. P., Jr.
Tobin, Miss Marjorie
Todd, Mr. Arthur S.
Townsend, Mr. Prescott (’18)
Townsend, Mr. Wendell (’16)
Troxell, Miss Frances W.
Tucker, Miss Elizabeth W.
Tyler, Miss Katherine

Vance, Rev. J.
Virgin, Dr. F. O.
Virgin, Mrs.
Vogt, Mr. C. F.
Vogt, Mr. F. J.
43b Von Schrader, Mr. Otto U.
Von Schrader, Mrs.
Von Schrader, Miss A.

Wade, Mr. Winthrop H. (’81)
Wade, Mrs.
Washburn, Mr. G. W.
Watt, Miss L. S. J.
Weigel, Miss Elsie Elizabeth
Weld, Mr. J. Edward (’82)
Wheeler, Mr. Bancroft (’20)
Wheeler, Mr. Leonard
White, Miss F. M.
Whitlock, Miss Bessie
Wiegand, Mr. Hubert de la Bache
Wiegand, Mrs.
Wilbur, Mr. George B. (’12)
Wilby, Mr. Charles B. (’70)
Wilby, Miss Mary
Willard, Mr. W. W. (’87)
Willard, Miss Meriel W.
Williams, Mrs. J. Bertram
Williams, Miss Emily
Williams, Mr. Bertram (’18)
Williams, Mr. Henry M. (’85)
Williams, Mrs.
Williams, Mr. John D. (’16)
Williams, Mr. George L. (’16)
Williams, Jr., Mr. Henry M.
Williams, Miss Sedric W.
Wilson, Mrs. Alice
Woisard, Miss A. R.
Wolff, Dr.
Wood, Mr. Dow
Worthington, Mr. William (’67)
Worthington, Mrs.
Worthington, Miss Julia
Worthington, Miss Louisa S.

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All the Editors of the Log having died of severe application 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 midnight oil to make everybody happy. They were tender hearted, guiltless of malice, 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!