Streamers of colored paper linked ship and pier, bright specks of confetti dotted the air between waving throngs on the dock and the gay crowd on the liner's deck high above them. "Good-by," "Don't let a Jap bomb get you," "Take care of yourself.'' Through milling travelers on deck stewards wove their way, intoning, "All ashore that's going ashore." Ninety passengers aboard the Dollar Line's President Jackson thought last week they were bound on a long voyage from Seattle to the Orient.
But no ropes were cast off. The traditional sailing hour of the...
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