The Salt of Life

NZ Truth, Issue 1176, 14 June 1928, Page 6

The Salt of Life

nriMARU mightn't have much of a 1 harbor; but, in its harbormaster, Captain McDougal, it has a veritable treasuret — and doesn't Timaru know it! ! In making ships safe alongside Tlmaru's up-to-the-minute wharves, some very pretty seamanship is called for — and that's where Captain McDougal comes In. To see him handling a big tub of some thousands of tons with all the ease of a small boy paddling a canoe is a sight that even the veriest landsman may well appreciate. With sailormen up and down the coast, the name McDougal stands for a ■ man who is rightly classed Al at Lloyds — a man, who, in .the most trying circumstances, has never been known to lose his genial manner arid sound common -sense. Every sailor has one particular line In the social world. Some play the piano; some have been known to sing "Larboard Watch Ahoy" and other appropriate ditties. The good captain who is the subject of our paragraph specializes in telling a yarn about a sailor and a signpost. He has been telling that story for years, yet to date no one has quite mastered his style of telling it. Perhaps, one of these days, you'll be travelling on a steamer that calls at Timaru. If your craft should be boarded by someone whose smile is more twinkling than his brass buttons, nail your colors to the mast — you have met Captain McDougal,