Then came the order, "Stand by your scrub and wash clothes." So the "Kid" and I hastened forward, both anxious to see if our initial clothes-washing venture was a success.

We had depended on the sun to bleach our much be-scrubbed clothes, but--well--I would have left them where they were if I could.

As for the "Kid's"-- after holding them off at arm's length for a while, he remarked, "Why, I would not use such rags to clean my bicycle at home," and threw them overboard.

He was always a reckless chap.
The infantry drill we had at afternoon quarters at 1:30, served to keep us busy.

The same thing had been gone through on the "New Hampshire" many a time and oft.