THE BLUE BONNET
U.S.S. Houston 7-26-38—900
"THE GALAPAGOS ISLANDS"
Waldo L. Schmitt
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coast of South America from the
Antartic regions and turns westward
off northern Peru to swing through
Probably the most remarkable feature of the islands and the one which
drew visits from the whaling vessels
is the abundance of tortoises on the
islands. By making use of definite
and specific records of tortoises taken
as compiled by Dr. C. H. Townsend,
Director of the New York Aquarium,
it was observed that 13,013 tortoises
were taken by seventy nine American
vessels between the years 1831 and
and 1868. At one time there were
more than seven hundred vessels in
the American Whaling fleet alone.
There can be no questioning of the
fact that the catch of the few ships
whose records he was able to check
represented but "a mere fraction of
the numbers of tortoises actually
Roast suckling pig formed part of
the President's meal the other night.
The trusty rifle of Lt.-Comdr. Kelley
brought two wild porkers to their
early finish when he unloosed two
shots in their direction while ashore
at Clipperton Island. The larger boar
being too heavy to bring back to the
ship was left on the island to serve
as a silent warning to the rest of the
pig population there.
"When I was a little child", the sergeant sweetly addressed his men at
the end of an exhaustive hour of
drill, "I had a set of wooden soldiers.
There was a poor little boy in the
neighborhood and after I had been
to Sunday School one day listening
to a stirring talk on the beauties of
charity, I was soft enough to give
them to him. Then I wanted them
back and cried, but my mother said:
"Don't cry, Bertie, some day you'll
get your wooden soldiers back".
"And believe me, you lopsided, mutton-headed, goofus-brained set of certified rolling pins, that day has come".
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went up to flutter at the fore. On the
second gun the Jolly Roger went up
to the starboard main yardarm. Amid
the call of the bugle, piping as he passed through a rank of 8 officer-polly-
wog sideboys, the ruffles and flourishes, the tune of "The Old Gray Mare",
the "present-arms" from the marine
guard of the day, the King was
received with the pomp and glory
befitting to his most royal and most
regal personage. He was welcomed
aboard by the Captain.
There was a humorous glint in
the King's eye as he surveyed the
lubberly crew of pollywogs. He rubbed his hands together and called
for his torturers. Then the fun started. The "works" was given to the
souls who had never before visited
The gauntlet, the stocks, the coffin,
the blessing, the charge—royal baby's
milk, pills, operating table, electric
chair, barber chair, water tank-
Neptune's instruments of torture.
When it was all over the pollywogs
were accepted as fitting subjects of
King Neptune—Long may he rule.
He adjusted his reel
And tuned up his gear
And sat himself down
On his well known rear
Pa caught fish
On the end of a rod.
In spite of the visor
And called unto God.
"A swordfish" my hearties,
Pa gave him the line
He sweated and fretted
"This baby is mine".
Pa patted his stomach
And laughed with elation,
"Five hundred pounds
The fish gave a last gasp,
Pa swallowed his gullet
He looked at his prize,
He'd captured a mullet.
THE STORY OF THE BARONESS
AND HER LOVERS
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The baroness at once proclaimed
herself ruler of the Galapagos. "The
mad empress of the Islands and her
court, living their tropic idyl of love
in beautiful retirement", Was the
way the press put it. The two men
fought each other to gain the amours
of the Baroness. She egged them on.
The fights finally ended with Phillip-
son the victor. Lorenz, beaten and
bruised by both the larger man and
the Baroness, was forced to wait on
them like a serf.
But the discord did not end riere.
The self styled ruler, clad in brassiere and silk shorts with a pistol
swung from her doughty hips, drove
away all newcomers. She shot at
some, threatened others, and tolerated
with some show of hospitality only
the large parties which were stronger
than her own.
Finally, it all came to a tragic,
inevitable end. The Wittmers rushed over one day to find only Lorenz,
distracted and wild-eyed. He explained that the Baroness and Phillip-
son had just left "on an American
Nearly eight months later (1934),
the Santa Amaro, a Tuna Clipper
out of San Diego, hove-to off March-
ena. The skipper and part of the
crew went ashore to investigate some
rags which fluttered from atop a
pole. They found an overturned boat,
two corpses of men, and a half consumed iguana. Marchena, 160 miles
north of Charles Island, has no fresh
water. Lorenz and Nuggerud, Norwegian owner of the wrecked boat,
had perished in a vain attempt to
attract a passing ship.
To this day nothing has been heard
of or has anyone seen either the Baroness or Phillipson. Whether Lorenz
slew both in their sleep, disposed
of the bodies, then fled to a final
reckoning is a matter of conjecture.
Only the sun, moon, stars of these
tragic islands, and destiny know the
So far, Proimos, traitor of the shellbacks, holds the honors of catching
the biggest fish. A 120 lb. sea bass
fell victim to his hook.
A grapefruit is only a lemon that
saw a chance and took it.