As one of the White Star steamships came up New York harbor the other day, a grimy coal barge floated immediately in front of her. “Clear out of the way with that old mud scow!” shouted an officer on the bridge.
A round, sun-browned face appeared over the cabin hatchway. “Are ye the captain of that vessel?”
“No,” answered the officer.
“Then spake to yer equals. I’m the captain o’ this!” came from the barge.
