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WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER S, l!H& By George McManus Bringing Up Father YOURE A UUCKV WOMAN MRS. JICKjCj - TO HAVE A <OOD HUSBAND LIKE THAT - MINE ACTUALLY QiEATS, MF. • I'D UKE To SEE SOME ONE Beat ME MRS*.*bMITH'. SAY -MR. SMITH- IS IT TRUE THAT YOU BEAT YOUR (T* V/ICC D / VELL-THE EAST TIME I [_ HIT HER - I VA*b lh THE HOSPITAL pOR SIN MONTHS TELE ME- HOV/ OOYOO CET AWAY WITH IT ? YES WHAT OF IT ; SO WOULD! Boy Pressed Into Service on Ge man Underseas Boat Relates Story of Adventure. i think ill _ CALL ON THIS <OY SMITH - I I DON’T BELIEVE L_ HER- ^ (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. M(pr;> Auburn Announces 1915 Football List 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. Jf^^^^oDraught <L g Declamtion of Independence fRAMtAJ Of THE CONSTITUTION Of THE US. AT NO. 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