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WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER S, l!H&
By George McManus
Bringing Up Father
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man Underseas Boat Relates
Story of Adventure.
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(Continued From Yeeterda
flian.)
A string of command*. a rum
ble of machinery, then a death
like silence, and I was told that
we were under the surface, in
visible and deep enough to let
ships pass over us. With my
pillowcase of clothes under my
head, I dropped on the linoleum
on the floor of the messroom.
Next to me was the mate. He was
fast asleep and snoring, and into
bunks the submarine sailors
crawled, clothes and all. 1 fell
asleep at last that night, with
an electric light shining right in
my face.
The Inside of a U-Boat.
What did she look like? The
general effect of the shape was
that of a long cigar—some 200
feet long—cut up in sections and
gray inside. Killed with shining
gear, ft was one minute pounding
with noises and alive, with mov
ing figures—the next silent as a
tomb, uncanny, men standing
still and alert, awaiting the next
c ommand as if fate hung on their
aertons.
Looking forward, you could see
the torpedo room, a mass of pip
ing. valves and "gadgets." Two
big fat tubes, level with the floor,
each loaded with the death of ft-
dreadnought—overhead hung two
shinin- torpedoes, ready to be
lowered into the tubes for firing.
There was the captain's room,
with its bunks for hlmscdf and the
second In command, and I snatch
ed a look at the photographs of
Von Weddlgen and old Hinden-
burg and wished 1 had a nice bed
like his to stretch out on. even if
the sweating seams above did
make the covers damp.
The navigator's room came next,
with a bunk along the wall and a
desk for books and charts and
the like. Farther aft the two
lieutenants slept and. when they
had a chance, the engineer and a
warrant machinist.
Hot Stew Staple D<et.
Then came the petty officers’
quarters, with the kitchen cutting
in, and here was the electric stove
and a pump from which the cook
dealt us our spare allowance of
water and handed out the alumi
num bowls with fiot slew, our .sta
ple diet.
in the messroom we. the ship
wrecked. stayed m*»st of the time.
We washed pans and kept things
clean generally. The wireless wir
• tuck In the corner. The all-im
portant controller room was lust
under the conning tower. And
through all the compartments
came *ho rattling racket of the
twin Krupp-Diesel engines of *lx
cylinders each and 900 horsepow
er. You could not hear yourself
think when the submarine was
navigating, for the slamming of
the cam shaft, the chug-chu** <jf
the piston rods and the cough of
the air compressers. But they
were the boys for work never
missed a stroke and pushed the
boat from Wilhelmshaven clean
around the Birtish Isles and back
without so much as a bearing get
ting hot and at eighteen knots.
I was told 1 believed It!
But I liked best those electric
motors in the next room purring
away like a pair of catH. good for
ten knots under water. They never
rati full -need, except during an
attack. Emerging and submerg
ing we went a* slow as possible
to save the "juice," as when go
ing to the bottom for a snooze.
1 was told that never once
were the storage batteries re
charged during the entire trip.
Often I asked, but the men said
the batteries would hold out.
And the tail of the ship held
another set of double torpedo
tubes, with a reserve supply of
two torpedoes hung from above
here some of the crew could sling
their hammocks.
The Brains of the U-39.
Now. connect the mechanism in
all these compartments with the
middle one and you have the
brains of the U-39 the controll
ing room. It was next to the
messroom where 1 snatched my
sleep.
For days I Rtared at Its dials
and gear trying to make out each
part and how it worked. The
conning tower was its nerve cen
ter From here the commander.
Kapltan - Lieutenant Foerster,
Foerster. handled the ship above
water as well as under sea. On
the surface his station was at
the conning tower hatch, a big
man. youthful, but with a worn
fade, dressed in a salt-spraved old
uniform over a white sweater,
smoking a cigarette or snatching
a fried egg for a "mug-up.”
“Was. liegt an?" (what
course?) he’d shout to the wheels
man below. Bteering by the An-
•chutz gyro-compass before him
and peering over the sea through
the apertures in the conning tow
er armor. When we were on the
surface two lookouts and the of
ficer of the deck stood watch out
side.
Running below the sea in chase,
the captain would keep his e\ es
glued continuously to the eye
piece of the conning tower peri
scope. turning it right and left
searching for a victim. The skip
per's orders were relayed by a
messenger acting through sneak
ing tubes. There was no tele
phone.
Chief Engineer Excitable.
I>*r Herr Marine Ingenieur, the
chief engineer, an excitable per
son. manned the periscope in the
controller room. The periscope
showed everything plainly Just
like in an opera glass, and you
saw the ocean flat before you.
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up—before allowing capture. Of
the nets planted by the British
they had full knowledge and
charts, N and would simply sub
merge and go underneath them,
just, as they ducked the net-
sweeps towed by the trawlers.
U-39—to get better air from the
reservoir. Always when the U-39
was navigating the roar of ma
chinery and pitch or roll kept the
nerves strained. Under water
there was no motion, everything
was as still as a rock; you would
not know you were moving. But
on the surface in a bad blow. s*he
rolled, but slowly. Some men
wouid get seasick—good sailors,
too.
The Men of the Iron Cross.
Without amusement below
decks, dull men were resting like
reeling prizefighters waiting for
the gong for the next round. One
might pull out his bag and find
his clothes all mildewed and
damp, and try a little mending.
Or, he might have a “mug-up ’ of
smoked herring, with a cupful of
raspberry jufee, a Liebesgaben
from home. Nothing stronger was
allowed on board. Or he W'ould
shine his Iron Cross and look at
it proudly at arm’s length as you
do at your first watch. For every
one in the crew had the Iron
Crass, second class, with the rib
bon. Captain Foerster and the
officers had the same, both first
and second.
And rightly thpy earned it—
even the extra money for each
dive—a dog's life in a steel can
always on the brink of death. No
wonder they were solemn and
taciturn and their gayety forced
and momentary, with only an in
ward longing to get home. Each
torpedo gone, each sunken ship,
each, expanded shell meant a
shorter cruise and an earlier fur
lough, with a hug from the
Schatz in the village.
But there was no brag, no hero
stuff—just men doing their duty
quietly and in a whisper, with
out hate and because of orders.
The officers took a businesslike
view of their work and seemed
like cogs in the great machinery
—not humans. They had an in
finite faith in the U-39 and would
surely perish—first blowing her
took off his clothes, except maybe
to change them. No one washed.
All hands, officers as well,
turned in as they were, just kick
ing off their sea boots beforfe
stretching out on their bunks.
The oilers and the machinists
never took off their leather suits
—all simply a mass of grease.
Worn to shreds from constant,
watch keeping, no one thought
about looks.
No wonder they called us the
“barbarians" in Heligoland. My
self, I n^ver had my things off.
Had two clean-ups. Water was
scarce—there were eight more
thirsty men added to the ship's
company when they picked us up.
Coffee and stew made the main
part of the grub—the former to
keep you awake. From ofie of the
sinking British ships we got
some tea—and a Spaniard sold
the officers wine and Italian
cherries. And they bought butter
and eggs from a Dutchman.
With this hair trigger existence
there could be no regularity of
meals. The alarm, “Tauf Sta
tion!’’ might come at any time.
Down would go the big collapsi
ble l/iess tables, their supports
kicked out by the men rising on
ttie double quick, but silent.
Bread, coffee pot and aluminum
dishes flew in the air and the stew
spattered the bulkhead or your
face—it was touch and go, al
ways.
In spite of the heat from the
engines and their shafting, the
air was damp. When U-39 was
running below the surface the
seams in the ceiling dripped con
stantly, ami even when she was
on the surface there was a trick
ling ^weat of moisture. No wet
trlothing could be brought inside;
the orders were strict. Ever so
often, when near the surface, the
air was renewed, and if a man
found his head buzzing he would
ask permission to open the air
valve jn his compartment—a pipe
running through *.he length of the
in the GADSBY’S side—another
smash at the water line; sinking,
she rolls over and the loose stuff
rattles down her decks. The air
bursts through her hatches like a
bomb, and she vanishes into the
deep under a ( loud of .smoke,
I hear no gleeful shoutings of
hate, no “GOTT STRAVE ENG
LAND” simply — "WiEDER,
EIN WEG”—another out of the
way.
I, give a hand in taking down
the empty cartridge shells. The
submarine destroys everything of
the enemy’s, hut saves every
thing of its own.
The Day’s Work.
Whether convoyed or not. we
would chase any ship and sink
’em as they came along, just in
a day’s work. If there was con
voy we would stay below' and pass
them out a torpedo. For heavy
work, sinking battleships or big
liners, we had big torpedoes, but
for lesser fry little ones—less ex
pensive and with a smaller war
head. But we had none to waste
—the supply was only eight tor
pedoes in all, two for each tube.
But most of the work was on
the surface with the gun. And
of neutral vessels we sank only
those bound fur the Allies with
contraband. But we held every
thing up for examination and let
one Greek, a Hollander and a
Spaniar i steam on, having no
contraband.
Many of the British freighters
carried quick-firing guns conceal
ed under tarpaulins and invisible
nt a distance, but there was no
lack of nerve in going after any
thing. Von Weddlgen. I was
told. met. his death chasing an
armed British steamer. Com
manding the U-29, he went after
a whale of a British freighter in
the Irish Sea. signaled her to
stop. She stopped, but hoisted the
Spanish flag. As he came along
side the steamer let drive with
her two 4.7’s at the submarine,
kinking it immediately.
"Sa»s»ng" British Patrol.
Often we would be in plain
sight of the Irish coast, all hands
loafing around the fore part of the
conning tower, smoking, telling
yarns and waiting for something
to turn up. Afraid of the trawl
ers we were not you see. we
could see them on the horizon be
fore they could spot us—nor did
we submerge # untH we got within
range of their "erbsonwerfers" —
bean shooters—and they could
make us out. We left them alone
—there were too many and none
worth a torpedo or the bother of
wasting shells. But we were
soared of destroyers.
Fast and thick they came. We
had stopped an English steamer,
and in spite of trawlers coming
up to the rescue we managed to
put a few holes in her side, sink
her and submerge before they
came in range.
Sometimes we got left. An
other time .i big, fine sailing ship
rose on the horizon and we start
ed after her. But the patrol boat
got there first—an In ur’s chase
for not uing. and we ducked. "Die
verdaninUe trawler" we ought
to sink her. said the men. She
was left in peace.
Convoyed by four British de
stroyers, a huge passenger ship
escaped. We sighted her July 3.
6 a. m. Submerged, cutting her
course, and stood by to fire a tor
pedo. With convoys she was en
titled to no warning.
But the torpedo missed—our
last. The convoys did not spot
us. and we dropped below unde-
• tected. No one on board that
steamer knew of their narrow
escape. 1 heard our captain say
that he was glad that he missed
the ship for the sake «*f the pas
sengers. "hated to think of the
dead and the poor devils swim
ming about in the water."
Five Ships in One Day.
Sighted two steamers, gave
them each warning to heave to—
Ifncw they were British, because
thej tried to get away: in fact,
no English ship slopped volun
tarily upon warning nor ever
hoisted her ensign, and to. hide
her identity the Caucasian, which
w'e sunk July 1, had her name
scratched off.
Both beat off in different direc
tions. W* stood on a course for
the nearest fellow and sent him a
dose, enough to lessen headway.
Meanwhile, we chased the second,
firing while under way. He
stopped and the crew took to the
boats. The gun finished him,
bow first. YVe went back after
No. 1, now waterlogged, and put
a few more holes, po that he
wouid sink faster. The people
were already off. This was our
busy day bagged five—were try
ing for the record, like every
U-boat.
How They Went Under.
No two ships sink in the same
way. And when yon get uAed to
it. it is an interesting sight and
gets less' grewsoine. Some sink
in five minutes, others take hours
—the air Inside the hull keeps
them afloat. Then we pass close
aboard and fire a round or two
into the hatches or the decks.
With a roar the debris flies sky-
high and the ship is no more. I
remember one big fellow, with
war material. When the hatches
went the air blast lifted a great,
huge motorboat lashed to the
deck and landed it in the sea.
Some stand straight up. with the
propellers In the air. the boilers
explode, the funnel is torn loose,
or the masts crash down. At
times a torpedo is needed to finish
the agony It must be complete,
an A-l job. You might have
rtad of boat crews returning aft
er the submarine lias dusted to
patch un and salve the vessel.
This must not happen.
The prettiest sight I saw' was
when The Fiery Crops went un
der. Her long boat had just come
alongside with the ship's mani
fest. which was signed by our
captain and returned to her
skipper. The crew was already
in the boats, sea smooth. A lieu
tenant, torpedo mate and a sea
man pulled over in our little
metal dinghy to the bark and
fastened three hand grenades to
her side. They al! exploded, and
with all sail set the bark settled.
Gradually the sea blotted out one
sail after another until the miz-
zen lay horizontally on the water
and the Norwegian flag broke out
red and blue against th a ocean —
the last of The Fiery Cross, go
ing to her end under full canvas.
It seemed to mo that when they
sank a vessel a good lookout was
not kept. Often T looked around
myself to see if some Britisher
was coming up. It was the only
time l was really anxious. They
might have been alert and I not
noticing it.
Living Beneath the Ceas.
How was the air while sub
merged? Not so very good—you
could smell the atmosphere, like
in a close room—it made vou
sleepy. It was hard to keep
awake nnd you wanted to drowse
about, and it would hurt your
feelings to think.
But the worst of it was that
*uld not sleep—things* hap
pened. You dropped as dead on
the deck nnd someone stopped on
your insides as the gong sent all
hands to their stations, even two
or three times a night. No one
but divided by a vertical hairline
and a shadow* of the wire stay
which protected the periscopes
from drag-lines.
The engineer submerged the
ship and brought it to the sur
face at the captain's orders. Be
hind him two men operated the
wheels controlling the horizontal
rudders in the bow of the sub
marine. AmJ their eyes were
peeled on the diving gauge which
registered the depth at which the
U-39 was running. The dynamo
for the gyro, a nest of speaking
tubes and the valves of the trim
ming tanks lined the bulkheads
of the compartment.
A Submarine in Action.
My first morning. someone
pushes a foot in my face—1 woke
up—then lots of action. "TAUF
STATION’’—stand by to dive.
\ gong rings. The men roll out
of their bunks if you are in the
way you get hurt, as 1 did—
sleeping on the floor. The U-39
is awake, but in silence. The of
ficers and nien reach their sta
tions. The submarine is mo
tionless. It has lain all night on
the bottom of the English Chan
nel. I can hear nothing but the
shrill command to trim the tanks
from the engineer grabbing the
handles of the periscope and
quickly turning it around.
With Increased buoyancy the
U-39 rises, but slowly until final
ly the periscopes Just tip the sur
face. The engineer takes another
look, and Ills observations are,
checked by the captain through
the conning tower ’scope. No Brit
ish patrol boats nor sneaking de
stroyers are around. The coast is
clea r.
“AUSBLASEN!Kmpty tanks!
er[es the engineer, and free of
its water ballast the submarine
leaps to the surface.
"BEIDE. VOLLKR FAHRT.
YURAUS!" Both engines full
speed ahead and this order from
the conning tower throws the
U-39 through the sea at top
speed in chase of a smoke cloud
on the horizon Just visible in the
periscope.
Grand Stand Seats on Deck.
We all get on deck—dirty,
grimy and unwashed, but taking
grand stand seats. The U-39
make's a neat curve and off we go
at a mad rate after the fleeing
steamer. There is no escape.
"Kr’egs Fahne Auf." Up with
the colors. Help to bring it up.
The 8.8-centimeter gun is cast
loose The gunner's mate un
screws the water-tight tompion,
clamp* on the telescope sight and
works the breech for a try. And
No. 3 breaks out the ammunition
from a hatch in the deck the
cartridges come up in water-tight
containers, wrenched open with a
beer opener-like handle The
gun crew hook themselves with
lines fastened in their belts to the
rail, like firemen to a ladder.
“Los.” The first solid shot,
crashes through the air and makes
a white splash ahead of the
steamer. Site slows down, stops,
but does not show’ her nationality.
What is aha? British or neutral
At full speed the distance dimin
ishes. and with his glasses the
lookout makes out her name —
Gadsby.
We semaphore her to get ready
her boats, to get her people in
them. There can be no lingering.
A destroyer might surprise us.
An aeroplane pot us. Her life
boats drop in the water and pull
away—through the megaphone
we give them the course to the
nearest land.
Describes Ship's Sinking.
The gun speaks again, a string
of whizzing shells. A gaping hole
AUBURN. ALA., Sept. 7.—The Au
burn football schedule, as announced
to-day, is as follows:
October 2—Open.
October 9—University of Florida, at
Auburn.
October 16—Clemson at Anderson,
(The concluding instalment of
Carl List's story will be printed
in to-morrow’s Georgian.)
Memphis Man Head .
Of Golf Association
October 23—Mississippi A. & M. at
Birmingham.
October 30—University of Georgia at
Atlanta, Ga.
November 6—Mercer L*niverstty at.
Auburn.
November 13—Vanderbilt University
at Birmingham.
November 25—Georgia Tech ai Allan *
ta, (Ja.
Hopkins Winner of
Druid Hills Golf
The tourney against par held over the.
links of the Druid Hills golf course, was
won by C. T. Hopkins, who was one up
on par at the conclusion of the eight -
een holes.
Lloyd Parks, finishing even with par.
was second. Dr. W. Warren, being
one down to par at the end, was third,
while W. C. Phillips and G. W. Brine
finished next in the order named.
A. Davidson made the low qualifying
score of the day, 79.
Battling NelsonLoses
Twenty-Round Bout
JUAREZ, MEX.,
Waugh, of Texas, <1
Nelson, ex-light weigh'
rounds last night.
Sept. 7.—Bobby
lefeated Battling
t champion, in 20
JOE SHERMAN BESTS MURPHY
CHICAGO, Sept. 7.—Joe Sherman, of
Memphis, won a ten-round bout from
Jimmy Murphy, local Italian, last night
QUITS AUTO RACING GAME.
DENVER, COLO., Sept. 7.—Louis Dis-
brow, who has a reputation of being one
of the most daring automobile race pi
lots who ever held a steering wheel, has
announced that he will retire from the
racing game and become a benedict.
He is engaged to Miss Harriet M. Hen
ry. of Chicago. Dlsbrow is the son of a
wealthy New* York family.
LIMBO DEFEATS SHUBERT
NEW BEDFORD. MASS.
Young Limbo defeated Al
ten rounds last night.
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ATLANTA vs. NEW ORLEANS
' TWO GAMES
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