SHORE LEAVE AND NO MILK? BAH!
MILK drippings have made grease spots on Weymouth Pier head. No news in that, you say? But listen—
The town authorities, crying over this split milk, have stopped men of the Home Fleet from forming habit of drinking milk early in the morning.
Shivering in the cold dawn as they wait for boats to carry them back to their ships at Portland, crowds of ratings miss the enterprising vendor who started a roaring trade among them a few days ago by introducing milk as an excellent cure for shore-leave hang-over.
He has been ordered off, and the men cannot have their milk.
The Corporation cafe never opens in the winter, and no one but the tenant is allowed to trade on the pier.
“We cannot even buy paper,” a thirsty sailor complained yesterday.
” That milk went down jolly well.”
Shades of Nelson, Drake and Captain Kidd!
