"Pummeloe for two."
"Got any litchis "Change this mango.
She says it isn't cold enough."
The fruit-locker was busiest at 9 a.m. Breakfast was, in full swing and some passengers were experimenting with strange fruits. Others—for even Americans can be conservative—held to their regular orange juice or grape-fruit.
We four wine butlers were in charge of the fruit. Every port provided fresh and weird varieties, so that, when we went to draw stores at 5.30 am., we never knew what odd produce the chief steward had for the menu that day. But always there were cases of oranges and grape-fruit to be carried up two decks, and about two hundred glasses of orange-luite and the same number of grape-fruit halves prepared, says "R. W." in the "Birmingham Post."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.