Last week a lonely Coast Guard cutter, the Tampa, was hurrying north to the Grand Banks off Newfoundland. Behind her lay a winter season of snooping after rum-runners off the U. S. Before her stretched a season of snooping af-ter icebergs. On April 15 she, or her alternate iceberg scout, the Modoc, will heave to at latitude 41° 46' north, longitude 50° 14' west. Her crew, except for the ever present watch in crow's-nest and bridge, will fire three volleys, will moan "taps" in lament for the sinking of the Titanic on...
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