Editor’s note: Brother Bart Misuraca of Brooklyn, N.Y. contributed an article in the Sept. 3, 1948 of the Seafarers LOG and thought current readers of the paper might enjoy reading it, too, and seeing how shipboard life has changed. Originally titled “Girls and Gripes Highlight Steel Rover’s Far East Run,” it is reprinted here.Editor’s note: Brother Bart Misuraca of Brooklyn, N.Y. contributed an article in the Sept. 3, 1948 of the Seafarers LOG and thought current readers of the paper might enjoy reading it, too, and seeing how shipboard life has changed. Originally titled “Girls and Gripes Highlight Steel Rover’s Far East Run,” it is reprinted here.You have asked for stories and photos for the LOG, so I’m going to give you as much detail as I can to go with this picture of our trip to India aboard the Steel Rover.
We left New York with a swell bunch of SIU men. Nearly the entire crew had full-books with plenty of experience, so when we secured ship, everything went along smoothly—even got a compliment from the chief mate on a job well done. It sure looked like a good start for a trip.
When we got to Port Said, there was martial law ashore, and everyone was required to remain aboard. But as usual, the bum-boats came along side with their watered whiskey.
Our next stop was Karachi, India, where those of us who were looking forward to going ashore for a nice cool drink were badly disappointed. We found stench and filth and unpleasant conditions all around. I might add a warning to SIU men hitting this port—stay away from the native Indian town. We have one crew member in bad shape now because he wandered in there.
Changes Came
We dropped anchor in Bombay next, and the mate changed his attitude. Things were run bell to bell, so we changed the name of the ship to the SS Steel Slavery. When we finally tied up after a week, all hell broke loose. Our famous captain, “Schooner Guy” Barnhard, started throwing logs at us till it got as hot as the Chicago fire. But the crew kept up the SIU spirit by seeing to it that the ship remained in good shape.
Bombay had its pleasant side for us, too—let’s talk about that. There were wine, women and song. And I mean good wine. An Italian ship tied up alongside, so I and a wiper, who understands the lingo, went aboard and traded cigarettes [for wine]. All went smoothly until the utility man got gassed up until he felt like superman—someone then laid him out on the deck for a nice long sleep.
Then we have a character whom we call Flash Gordon— you’ll hear more about him when the ship hits New York. This phony claims he has been going to sea for 20 years, but he still doesn’t know the bow from the stern. To top it off, he is the mate’s boy and a great reporter —if you know what I mean. He plays pirate on lookout and imagines he sees submarines. He would swear on a stack of bibles that the Rock of Gibraltar is in the Indian Ocean, and he thinks there is a rabbit aboard ship. So stand by with a straight jacket when we get back.
The DM fell in love with a sweet looking Anglo-Indian gal, who stood on the pier crying her eyes out as we pulled out. We had a tough time holding Don from jumping overboard after her. Love leaves sweet sorrows.
The crew’s pantryman from the Bronx probably rates the title of the ship’s great lover. He can’t resist the temptation of beautiful women. He caught a nice cold.
Well I guess I have covered most everything, but you will hear from me with more news from Calcutta, for I hear all the girls are moving from Bombay to Calcutta to meet the boys of the Steel Rover. I’m going to rig a lantern at the gangway later on.
— Bart Misuraca
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