When the lunch gong sounded, we all went below (doesn't that sound real nautical?) to try and get settled in our home for the next three months. Apparently there was no place left for even our hats, thoughtful gifts, fruits, candy and flowers, filled every inch of ordinary space. Christmas time was tame by comparison.
Many were down to lunch, fortified by a highball, but at dinner, seasickness had claimed its victims, and there were only a few brave spirits on deck to indulge in dancing the first night.
The second day out everybody was trying to remember everyone else by name. One positive lady insisted that @A.I. @Esberg was Dr. @Morton, but these little mistakes were forgotten, and many of the committee were soon calling each other by their first names.
There were other discoveries in the steerage. A @Serbian girl, @Alma @Karlin, who speaks ten languages fluently, but could not afford a first-class passage (although once well-to-do) on account of the low exchange value of her country's money. She is on a three-year tour to study conditions in the @Pacific Islands, to learn if her countrymen can successfully immigrate to this region.
