And when, soon afterwards, the strike having been called off, I joined the other holiday-makers in a rowboat trip to the dreadnought, almost spilling into the sea while transferring to the rope ladder, about the first thing I saw on deck was—an upright piano. Prominently displayed on this was a cardboard sign painted by one of the sailors and reading PLEASE GIVE US A TUNE! Soon the warship resounded with music-hall songs, clog-dance tunes, and ballads, contributed by eager if not very skillful hands. Boatloads full of merrymakers kept playing back and forth, sight-seeing parties guided by officers or sailors were made up; incidentally one of the gun turrets was made to turn around at my special request – and a grand time was had by all. << less