the surface of the river like some amphibious, prehis-
toric animal, or of that natty little gunboat, captured
from the Spaniards at the battle of Manila Bay, which
now serves as a training ship for the Michigan Naval
Reserve.

A good many of the young aristocrats of Detroit have
belonged to the Naval Reserve, among them Mr. Tru-
man H. Newberry, former Secretary of the Navy, about
whom I heard an amusing story.

According to this tale, as it was told me in Detroit, Mr.
Newberry was some years ago a common seaman in the
Reserve. It seems that on the occasion of the annual
cruise of this body on the Great Lakes, a regular naval
officer is sent out to take command of the training ship.
One day, when common seaman Newberry was engaged
in the maritime occupation of swabbing down the decks
abaft the bridge, a large yacht passed majestically by.

"My man," said the regular naval officer on the bridge
to common seaman Newberry below, "do you know what
yacht that is?"

Newberry saluted. "The Truant, sir," he said re-
spectfully, and resumed his work.

"Who owns her?" asked the officer.

Again Newberry straightened and saluted.

"I do, sir," he said.

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