THE LAST BOY SAW OF PAPA.
“Then I got into a boat and that was all I saw of papa. I saw a lot of people floating around drowning or trying to snatch at our boat. Then all of a sudden I saw Mr. Madsen swimming next to the boat and he was pulled in. He took good care of me.
“In our boat everybody was crying and sighing. I kept very quiet. One man got very crazy, then cried just like a little baby. Another man jumped right into the sea and he was gone.
“It was awful cold in the boat, but I was dressed warm, like we dress in Norway. I had to put on my clothes, when my papa told me to on the big ship. I couldn’t talk to anybody, because I don’t understand the language. Only Mr. Madsen talked to me and told me not to be afraid, and I wasn’t afraid. Mr. Madsen was shivering in his wet clothes, but he got all right after the Carpathia came.”
A bright-faced boy of eight walked up and down in front of Blake’s Star Hotel at No. 57 Clarkson street, New York, the day after the Carpathia arrived. He was Marshall Drew of Greenport, L. I., one of the survivors of the Titanic.
“It all seems just like the bad dreams that I used to have,” he confided. “I never want to go to England again. I went over there with my uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. James Drew, to Visit my grandpa. We had a good time in England and started back on the Titanic.
“The night of the wreck my aunt woke me and said she was going to dress me and take me out on deck. I was sleepy and didn’t want to get up. I could hear funny noises all over the ship and sometimes a woman talking loud out in the corridor. My aunt didn’t pay any attention to what I said but hurried me into my clothes and rushed me with her up to the deck.
“There every one was running about. Some of the men were laughing and saying there was no danger. They were taking all the women and hurrying them into the boats along with the children. We could not see what for. I thought at first that we had got home.