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looked very savage and solemn and turned the American boys loose after they’d paid their fines and the police sergeant had looked at their papers. They held Joe after the others on account of his paper being from the consulate and not having the stamp of the proper police station on it but after a while they let him go with a warning not to come ashore again and that if he did it would be worse for him.
    Joe felt relieved when he’d seen the skipper and had been taken on and had rigged up his bunk and gone ashore and gotten his bundle that he’d left with the nice flaxenhaired barmaid at the first pub he’d gone to the night before. At last he was on an American ship. She had an American flag painted on either side of the hull and her name
Tampa
, Pensacola, Florida, in white letters. There was a colored boy cooking and first thing they had cornmeal mush and karo syrup, and coffee instead of that lousy tea and the food tasted awful good. Joe felt better than any time since he’d left home. The bunks were clean and a fine feeling it was when the
Tampa
left the dock with her whistle blowing and started easing down the slatecolored stream of the Mersey towards the sea.
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    Fifteen days to Hampton Roads, with sunny weather and a sea like glass every day up to the last two days and then a stiff northwesterly wind that kicked up considerable chop off the Capes. They landed the few bundles of cotton print goods that made up the cargo at the Union Terminal in Norfolk. It was a big day for Joe when he went ashore with his pay in his pocket to take a look around the town with Will Stirp, who belonged there.
    They went to see Will Stirp’s folks and took in a ball game and after that hopped the trolley down to Virginia Beach with some girls Will Stirp knew. One of the girls’ names was Della; and she was very dark and Joe fell for her, kind of. When they were putting on their bathing suits in the bathhouse he asked Will would she. . . ? And Will got sore
and said, “Ain’t you got the sense to tell a good girl from a hooker?” And Joe said well, you never could tell nowadays.
    They went in swimming and fooled around the beach in their bathing suits and built a fire and toasted marshmallows and then they took the girls home. Della let Joe kiss her when they said good night and he began kinder planning that she’d be his steady girl.
    Back in town they didn’t know just what to do. They wanted some drinks and a couple of frails but they were afraid of getting tanked up and spending all their money. They went to a poolroom Will knew and shot some pool and Joe was pretty good and cleaned up the local boys. After that they went and Joe set up a drink but it was closing time and right away they were out on the street again. They couldn’t find any hookers; Will said he knew a house but they soaked you too damn much, and they were just about going home to turn in when they ran into two high yellers who gave ’em the eye. They followed ’em down the street a long way and into a cross street where there weren’t many lights. The girls were hot stuff but they were scared and nervous for fear somebody might see ’em. They found an empty house with a back porch where it was black as pitch and took ’em up there and afterwards they went back and slept at Will Stirp’s folks’ house.
    The
Tampa
had gone into drydock at Newport News for repairs on a started plate. Joe and Will Stirp were paid off and hung round Norfolk all day without knowing what to do with themselves. Saturday afternoons and Sundays, Joe played a little baseball with a scratch team of boys who worked in the Navy Yard, evenings he went out with Della Matthews. She was a stenographer in the First National Bank and used to say she’d never marry a boy who went to sea, you couldn’t trust ’em and that it was a rough kind of a life and didn’t have any advancement in it. Joe said