The Log of the Empire State

The Log of the Empire State

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The Log of the Empire State by Geneve L. A. Shaffer

Dedicated to My Mother and Your Mother

To My Mother
Your little hands are folded, Your tired breast is still. But your valiant
heart beats on and on, And so forever will. In the lives of those who
knew you, Each gentle beat will bring An echo sweet and tender, To
linger there and sing.
By C. T. S.

The Log of the Empire State

Introduction

As Miss Shaffer was appointed the special representative of the San
Francisco Examiner on the San Francisco Chamber of Commerce,
Commercial Relationship Tour of the Orient, as well as being a
member of the San Francisco Chamber of Commerce, she was
requested to write this little book covering the three months' trip, and
she wishes to thank all the members of the party for their kindly
interest and cooperation in helping her secure much of the information
contained herein.

Chapter I

Before we had reached the Golden Gate we acted like some great
happy family, eager to enjoy every minute. After we stopped waving
our tired arms to the crowds of friends on the docks and the last
bouquet aimed at the Mayor's tug had landed in the bay, small groups,
with radiant faces, discussed what do you suppose? No, not the
crossing of the Bar, but the opening of the ship's bar. As you know,
Uncle Sam seems to consider the dry law impossible on the water.
We were all saying that San Francisco's farewell made us proud to
belong to such a city, when M. A. Gale told us that he wanted to add a
word of praise for one of San Francisco's traffic officers, who let him
by when he made a speedy trip for some valuables left behind, which
had just been missed at the last moment. But, do you remember who
was the last passenger? She was nervous and fidgety ever since she
came on board, too. None other than Bulah, the handsome mare bound
for Yokohama. It was worth going through the steerage to watch her
enjoy one of our "eleven o'clock" apples.
When the lunch gong sounded, we all went below (doesn't that sound
real nautical?) to try and get settled in our home for the next three
months. Apparently there was no place left for even our hats,
thoughtful gifts, fruits, candy and flowers, filled every inch of ordinary
space. Christmas time was tame by comparison.
Many were down to lunch, fortified by a highball, but at dinner, mal de
mer had claimed its victims, and there were only a few brave spirits on
deck to indulge in dancing the first night.
The second day out everybody was trying to remember everyone else
by name. One positive lady insisted that A. I. Esberg was Dr. Morton,
but little mistakes were forgotten, and many of the committee were
soon calling each other by their first names.
While most of us were getting comfortably settled in our deck chairs,
someone noticed that Louis Glass, George Vranizan, C. W. Hinchcliffe,
Carl Westerfeld, C. A. Thayer, C. H. James, William Symon, F. S.
Ballinger, P. H. Lyon, S. L. Schwartz and Henry Mattlage had
disappeared below. And it is said by one who trailed them to their lair,
that the Fantan and Pie-gow games, going on in the steerage, were the
magnet.