POLITICAL NOTES
In the harbor of Manhattan, two bargees stirred sleepily last week. It was only about eleven o'clock in the morning and the bargees, who had gone to bed at ten the night before, were drowsing until it became time to eat their supper. One of them mumbled a curse and sat up angry and bewildered. Soon his companion did likewise; the two stared at each other with alarm and annoyance, for the air was full of strange noises. Whistles, sirens, funnels, horns, bells, squealers, filled the morning with a troublesome cacophony....
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