"That's a good crew," said salty, bushy-browed Captain Gregory Cullen in Jersey City last week. "I'd sail again with that crew. They're all right, take 'em some place where they won't be terrorized by the Reds in America. The only men we're dropping here in New York are some waiters, and that's just for incompetence. They pour soup down your back."
Captain Gregory's Dollar Liner President Garfield had just docked on its regular round-the-world schedule. Passengers had complained of insolence and insubordination among the crew. One gentleman from East Orange roared: "Rottenest bunch...
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