At New York. At 12-45 a.m. we were shook up by some fellows bringing in a stoker who was hopelessly drunk and with a deep cut under his chin. His injury was caused I am told through his falling from a taxi. We cleaned and dressed the wound, then laid him down, and covered him with blankets. He was quiet so we went to bed again. The Surgeon on duty put in two stitches this morning and sent the man to duty. The man remembers little of his adventures last night.
The Captain only inspected the men this morning on the upper deck, not worrying about the ship. He seemed in a great hurry. (The British Ambassador came aboard this afternoon.)
Our bandsmen received a dollar each last night, had a good view of the concert and Mr. Balfour etc. but did not have to play at all owing to the concert taking longer to get through than was expected.
Morning Service was held and I attended. Leave was given from 1-30 p.m. so with three other fellows I went ashore. We came ashore with the intention of going to Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges, but as the other fellows wanted to go and see the football match between our team and the Overseas Wanderers at Van Cortlandt’s Park I would not back out so went with them.
Sunday is the joy-day in America like most other parts of the world, and games, trips and amusements are carried out. This is chiefly owing to the fact that most of the men are at work on the other days and do not get off on Saturday like in England.
We took the train to 242nd Street same as yesterday. On leaving there we were polled by a young fellow who said we were required in the hotel near the station. We went over to it and there found Mr. Robinson, the officer who manages our team. He told us to go in and sit down as the match would not start until 3-30 p.m. It was now 2-30 p.m.
We had to have a drink with the manager (Mr. Harry Davis) of the Overseas Wanderers. This fellow and the rest of the team are Englishmen and good fellows they proved to be too. At 3-15 p.m. we walked over to the football ground and found quite a good crowd of ladies and gentlemen (English folk for the most) awaiting. These people were glad to meet us and soon struck up conversation with us.
I forgot to mention that during the time we were sitting in the hotel a young Englishman came and joined us and proved a “good angel” through the rest of the day. He has been out here seven years and is the manager of one of the Western Cable Union Stations (Tremont Station). He is only 21 years of age but a well educated chap. His mother is over here. He used to reside at Clapton, London. Two of the fellows I came from the ship with were taking part in the game, so Munday and myself were left with this young chap.
Whilst the game was in progress two lady friends of our “new chum” came along and were introduced to us. One was a Mrs. Newman – a Birmingham woman – the other a Mrs. Sedgwick – a Lancashire lass. They were jolly company and such patriots too. Mrs. Newman had a small Union Jack in her handbag to wave if the ship’s team won. Mrs. Sedgwick is a typical Lancashire lass and kept us in roars with her funny talk. Don’t they “love” Germans and Irish-Americans, the latter chiefly I may add. The Irish-Americans are pro-German in most instances and have made matters very uncomfortable out here for the English people; to such an extent that the Americans have not taken very kindly to the English. Some Americans we have come across are very decent and sociable, others are very stand-offish indeed.
We (Munday, I and Mr. Nadel) were in conversation with the ladies throughout the game. The result of the match was 2-2 – a very fair score and quite in keeping with the game. Spectators and players were delighted with the clean game – the best the Oversea team has had this season.
After the match Munday and Mr. Nadel walked away with our two chums, who had been playing, back to the hotel. I followed with the two ladies and on arrival back at the station, shook hands and saw them away. Mrs. Newman wanted me to make an appointment to come to her home, but I would not do so owing to our possible departure at any time. I returned to the hotel to find Mr. Nadel and my three chums.
Coming across Mr. Nadel and Munday I was informed that the Oversea team had arranged a dinner for us and we were to stay. This was unexpected by the team and we others who came to see the match, but goes to show what a good lot of sportsmen these fellows are. Mr. Nadel said there was time for a stroll whilst the players were changing, so we went out around the Park for about half an hour.
On our return we found the other fellows sitting at the tables ready to dine. Munday and I were given seats right there, but Mr. Nadel decided to go home and meet us later in the evening. He left us after making arrangements to this end. I was just getting settled down in wait for the dinner when to my surprise Mr. Nadel came to me and asked if I would like to go to Mrs. Newman’s house to dinner instead of remaining at the hotel. I was quite taken by surprise and wondered which would be the best course to pursue. It did not strike me as particularly good form to get up from the table and go away, but I also thought the English lady would be offended if I did not accept her invitation. I went over to Munday and asked him if he would come, and as he was in favour of accepting the invite, I made up my mind and so with a short explanation to the gentlemen who were arranging the dinner we left. I also spoke to my other two chums about it, but we arranged for them to come to Mrs. Newman’s house after the dinner had finished at the hotel.
Munday, Mr. Nadel and I went down and joined Mrs. Newman and Sedgwick. I told them I thought they had gone home. Mrs. Newman replied “I was feeling so mean at not having asked you to come and so when I was nearly home I decided to come back and ask you”. I thought this a very kind action and thanked her, and was very glad that I had accepted the invitation after all the trouble she had taken.
So to Mrs. Newman’s home we three fellows went, Mrs. Sedgwick going to her own home and promising to come and see us later in the evening. Mrs. Newman has a little cottage – one of very few in this city, but she could not be happy in the usual flats or apartments. A paper Union Jack is pasted on the glass of the front door, her next door neighbours – Scotch folk – also having one in a similar position. German people live in the houses in front and one of the women made a Union Jack and has it hanging out – this by Mrs. Newman’s request.
The interior of our hostess’ house is British in excelsis. Besides flags there are photographs and pictures of Queen Victoria and King Edward and Queen Alexandra. A small terrier barked at us on entering – this dog was once the property of Germans and when the dog’s present owners first had it the animal could not understand them. It is a most obedient animal now and quite British.
Leaving us in the drawing room to make ourselves “at home” Mrs. N. went into the kitchen and got to work cooking some supper. Shortly after our arrival Mrs. Newman’s son and a young English lodger came in. The latter had been playing football – plays for the team ours ought to have met yesterday in fact – and had a swollen eye through a kick. We gave him a tip on how to treat it so as to bring the swelling down.
Mr. Newman was the next arrival. He is a hot Britisher of about 40 years. He simply stood and stared at Munday and I then rushed over and gave our hands such a grip and shake. He is a keen sportsman and manages the team we should have played yesterday. He has been playing today – the first time for 5 years – owing to his team turning up short of players. I spoke to him about yesterday’s match and he was quite surprised, for although he arranges the matches he knew nothing about playing our team. He is angry over the disappointment and hopes to get up a match.
Remmos and Tierney our two football chums turned up much quicker than we expected; they came away as soon as the supper – which they say was a sumptuous affair – had finished, and found the house quite easily. Dinner was served and during the meal three gentlemen – Irish, Scotch and English – and a lady came in. Another gentleman came later, so there was quite a merry gathering. We had to answer all sorts of questions of course. The general impression seems to exist that we brought Mr. Balfour to America.
9 p.m. came around and as we had decided to go aboard at 10 p.m. we made a move. Mr. Nadel particularly wished to show us his station which is near Mrs. N’s home. All the gentlemen came away with usand we left Mrs. Newman with a promiseto come again on Tuesday. She seemed sorry at our having to go so soon. We trooped over to the Cable station and had a quick look around. I noticed one fine-built chap with only one arm – the left – and which he was working away at a typewriter with, taking in a message at the same time. Time would not permit of our seeing much, so we hurried off to the “tube”. At the station we bade “goodnight” to our acquaintances except Mr. Newman and Nadel, these two despite our protests coming back with us. They seemed a jolly crowd of fellows and assured us of a good time whenever we could come ashore.
We had a long way to go to get to No. 96 St. and it was 10-15 p.m. when we arrived there, so we had little hopes of getting a boat until 11 p.m. However, with our two friends we went down to the Pier, only to find, as we expected, that the boat had left. It was chilly standing about so we strolled up to the Broadway. Mr. Newman wanted us to have a drink so we went into one of the temperance bars and had some iced drinks.
At 10-30 p.m. we left again for the Pier, but received a shock when arriving at the level crossing which has to be passed before one can get on the Pier. A goods train was just going through and our hopes went down further as this apparently endless procession of trucks went past. That train took about 10 minutes to pass, and so we missed the 11 p.m. boat by a few minutes. We found out from the U. S. training ship Granite State moored nearby that a boat would be in at midnight, so we decided to stay, although we were in half-a-mind to accept Mr. Newman’s invite of returning and staying the night at his house.
We wished that we had remained there in the first place, but now that we were on the Pier it was as well to try and get aboard. We tried to persuade our friends to go home and eventually about 11-30 p.m. they agreed to, so we walked a short way with them, then with promises to see them again, we bade them goodnight and returned to the Pier.
When the boat came in there were about 30 officers and men waiting to go on board. I was not sorry to get on board for it was rather chilly on the beach. So ends the day’s outing, which although full of the sort of happenings one would not expect to meet with at home on the Sabbath was nevertheless full of good feeling and fellowship, and nothing wrong.