When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between) And the steward falls into the souptureen And the trunks begin to slide . . . Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed) You're Fifty North and Forty West!"Rudyard Kipling
When the 1,248 passengers of the Gripsholm debarked in Manhattan last week, a day late, after eleven stormy days on the midwinter North Atlantic, it would have been a brave man who greeted them with such a wheeze. It had been a voyage that the Grips holm's burly, sympathetic physician, Dr. Hans Ribbing, would like to forget....
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