Description
Eons ago when the government was donating an existence to me as payment for a few negligible risks, I lounged about and zig-zagged the Atlantic six or eight times aboard a tired old Liberty ship named in honor of Buffalo Bill Cody. Now Bill may have been a smooth-riding, fast-shooting pioneer-not so his namesake. She couldn't push ten knots burning mattresses; nevertheless, she attracted the elite.
Recommended Citation
Foster, Russell
(1947)
"How Green,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 15
:
Iss.
4
, Article 27.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol15/iss4/27
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