July 22, 1927.
Bright cracks are floating around such as “What was I doing at this time today?” It seems queer to be seven days out of Guam but not to have had a week pass. We pass 180 degrees at 12:00 midnight, the INT.D.T.L. A good many of the crew are out their pay for months to come because of this fight. There is a fountain aboard and yesterday I saw a monster of a man, old navy style with all the brawn, licking an ice-cream cone. Ha. Thus is the navy. The efficiency aboard is great, another Ha.
July 23, 1927.
While I was on the bridge with Mr. Morory today he sighted what turned out to be a spar. He thought it was a derelict and was all ready to throttle the engines. I went down into the engine room today where I received a very cordial welcome. These engines can turn out 20,000 H.P. and then some. The revs of the prop are 105 rpm on the average making a speed of 13.5 to 14.7. The engines themselves are the new oil turbines. The two huge condensers are larger than the engines, strange as it may seem. The ice plant is a marvel but I don’t like the white, porous ice it turns out. It is clean and cold though, so I should kick? The propeller shafts are larger than the Madison’s. If this ship is the cream of the naval duty, I’ll sure stick to milk. The officers work about an hour and then sit around and look bored. The enlisted personnel bear the brunt of the work. I guess responsibility offsets it though.
July 24, 1927.
Here it is Sunday. No church though, and though I rarely go, the fact I couldn’t made me want to. I read the New Testament clear through. Mr. Mason (he’s about 22nd ensign) had me on the bridge at eight telling me all about the constellations. Never in my life have I seen such beauties. The sky is alive with them. The “Milky Way” looks like a white cloud. Tonight says goodbye to the moon. I wish it had waited until we get to Honolulu. I’ve never seen anything like it. The “Southern Cross” was wonderful, but not like I thought it would be. I think that the “Swan” is more like a cross. One gets sentimental over the stars without the moon anywhere.
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