With Speaker Cannon through the tropics : a descriptive story of a voyage to the West Indies, Venezuela and Panama: containing views of the Speaker upon our colonial possessions . e German forgetting the Fatherland. The paintingsin the various salons and smoking rooms were life story of the great Bluecher, after whom the shipwas named, was told in medallions and carvings in thedecorations of the dining salon. The other great fieldMarshals and Generals—Bismarck, the elder Wilhelm, andthe present Emperor—were conspicuous among them. TheGermans were giving us better service than we
With Speaker Cannon through the tropics : a descriptive story of a voyage to the West Indies, Venezuela and Panama: containing views of the Speaker upon our colonial possessions . e German forgetting the Fatherland. The paintingsin the various salons and smoking rooms were life story of the great Bluecher, after whom the shipwas named, was told in medallions and carvings in thedecorations of the dining salon. The other great fieldMarshals and Generals—Bismarck, the elder Wilhelm, andthe present Emperor—were conspicuous among them. TheGermans were giving us better service than we couldget at home. They were competitors for passenger traffic,as they were very successful competitors for the merchant-carrying trade of the world. The fact that we were sailingunder German auspices occasioned no complaint. Thesafe and business-like captain, the well-trained officers andcrew and the nimble stewards were there for service. Theyinspired confidence and appreciation. The horrible word,subsidy, didnt scare them, their government, or theirfarmers—they were settling the subsidy question, and theywere doing it with our money. If we didnt care, whyneed they?. THE spe;ake;r on de:ck. the: run to ST. THOMAS. 15 Speaker Cannon, still wearing the overcoat that hadsheltered him from the chilly air of New York, drew hisslonch hat down over his forehead until the rim nearlytouched the ashes of the well-chewed cigar that was risingto an angle of 45 degrees, and running his eye along theline of deck chairs labeled McKinley, made his choice,and fell lazily into the ample folds of one of them. Hehad taken a few turns around the deck, had investigatedthe mysteries of the gymnasium, even to the camel-backrider, which he pronounced good, had acknowledged thesalutations of the Captain and the many passengers whohad sought an introduction, and now he imagined himselfin the restful purlieus of—well, back to Danville. NotDanville, 111, as someone dared to suggest, but Danville,h
Size: 1455px × 1717px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bo, bookcentury1900, bookdecade1900, bookidwithspeakercanno00moor
