Natives of Cherbourg, France, are accustomed to seeing a towering ocean liner anchor off their low-lying shore. Familiar to them are the fussy tenders that cuddle under the great ship's flanks to receive issuing streams of scurrying men.
But unfamiliar are the Gauls, seeing the much-laden tenders labor shoreward, with hearing a mighty shout go up to Heaven, with hearing an answering roar from the U. S. S. Pittsburgh, with seeing some 300 picked American athletes spring ashore to the blaring strains of Hail, Hail, the Gang's All...
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