The Larchmont Commodore has ordered the club torpedo-boat Highball to charge the Lithia (to him).
[61] ]Our Captain, alive to the critical situation, has jammed the wheel hard over and given the enemy a broadside of lithia tablets. The Highball has reversed her engines and is heading for the dry-dock. Her hull looks like a half-portion of Swiss cheese.
The Larchmont Commodore wirelessed to the Millionaire Volunteer Fire Department, which made a record run. They have hooked on to the club’s fire-water plug, and are battering us with a two-inch stream of Glengarry Scotch. We [62] ]have replied with our starboard battery of bromo-seltzer and a fleet of Whiteheads loaded with strawberry pop.
The Fire Department has uncoupled, and hooked on to a tank of club cocktails. The deadly stream is burning off the Lithia’s paint.
Our passengers, led by Hennessy Martel, demand the surrender of the Water Wagon. They are lapping up the decks.