With the exception of the general mess all these clubs provide their own supplies of food and drink. The Government used to allow every man on a ship, no matter what his rank, the sum of 30 cents a day for rations.
The members of the crew in the old days formed various messes of from twenty to forty members. Some of these messes drew provisions from the ship"s stores amounting to the value of 30 cents a day for each man.
Others drew only three-quarters of the ration and commuted the rest of the 30 cents, to which they added more or less money of their own, and purchased food luxuries from time to time. The allowance of 30 cents a day to all hands was made just after the civil war, and Jack celebrated the event by a song which closed:
They gave us thirty cents a day And stopped our grog forever.
Jack"s grog did stop, although other navies still serve out liquor regularly to their sailors, but he got pretty good rations. There were times, however, when he did not fare well. Sometimes the mess treasurer would go ash.o.r.e with the mess treasury and would fall into the hands of the Philistines and the mess would have to go hungry or borrow from the kindly disposed members of other messes.
Nearly ten years ago Congress cut off the 30 cents a day allowance for the officers above the rank of midshipmen. The consequence is that every commissioned officer on an American warship has to purchase his own food and other household necessities. That act of Congress cost each officer about $110 a year, a matter of at least three months board.
Naval officers must live well and must entertain when in various ports, at home and abroad, and, being persons of extremely moderate salaries and generally with families to support, they must exercise economy to make both ends meet. It is no easy task, and the communal plan of paying for food and the individual plan of paying for drinks is the best solution of the problem. The navy regulations provide for the formation of messes, tell how they shall be managed, and declare that they must show clean financial sheets to the Captain at every quarter. They must not contract debts which they cannot pay.
Suppose a new ship is going into commission. About fifteen officers below the Captain must mess together. The Government provides certain necessities, such as tables and chairs, and an allowance of crockery and linen, but the officers must a.s.semble their own food and wine supplies for a cruise of say three years. It requires capital. Few officers are so forehanded that they have sufficient money to lay in supplies then for several months. They are not allowed to run in debt for them. They must eat and drink, and what do they do? They take advantage of a clause in the regulations, which shows that there are many ways to kill a cat, especially if the cat is running-into-debt, and which says:
"When a vessel is in a United States port and preparing to proceed on a cruise the commanding officer may sanction supplies for officers" messes being received on board, at the risk of dealers, to be paid for as consumed, in not less than quarterly instalments, provided the dealer shall agree thereto in writing."
This means that as soon as an officers" mess is organized its treasurer goes to certain dealers and contracts for a large quant.i.ty of food supplies on condition that payments shall be made at certain intervals.
There are many large wholesale houses that are glad to get that kind of trade because they know that ultimately they will receive every cent due them. The members of the mess are a.s.sessed so much a month, according to experience in such matters, and the result is that the food of a naval officer costs him in the prepared state about $1 a day. A treasurer is elected once every month. He must serve, and he sits at the foot of the table, while in the wardroom mess the executive officer sits at the head. The treasurer may be elected to serve a second month, but he cannot be made to serve more than two months consecutively.
The organization of the other messes is similar to that of the wardroom mess. The wine mess is composed of such officers as wish to join it.
They get their supplies from a dealer who backs them, and to make up for breakage and loss they charge 10 per cent. more than the cost prices of the wines, beers, waters and cigars consumed. The officers are not allowed to have distilled spirits in the wine mess.
When you have a dozen or more men eating together three times a day and for weeks confined to their clubrooms the social life of the company is likely to be beset with pitfalls and shoals. You can imagine how it would be on land, especially if military rule prevailed in a club and every member was compelled to spend all his time in it and was superior or inferior in rank to every other man. This matter of rank has to be taken into consideration. The members of the mess are seated according to rank. Still they are equal in the matter of membership of the mess, and between this matter of rank and social equality some delicate situations arise. The man who may cause you to be disciplined sits close to you in the bonds of supposed good fellowship, and to preserve the club feature of the mess calls for a display of restraint that develops character.
It is a primary rule of the military service of the country that an officer must be a gentleman. That means that good breeding, consideration for the feelings of others, kindness, tact and all the other well known qualifications used in defining the word gentleman must govern the conduct of an officer. Good form also requires that there must be no discussion of subjects in the mess that would lead to discord, such as religion or politics. The result is that to the person not familiar with the traditions an officers" mess on board a warship seems to be a place for small talk or else for shop talk. Really there are few places in the world where the word gentleman has a better exemplification. The officers adapt themselves to the situation of enforced close intimacy of months and months in a way that excites admiration. You see, you"ve got to live with a person to find him out.
When you touch elbows with him all the time all his little peculiarities stand out and all his annoyances of manner become conspicuous. The one social task on a ship is to ignore all these things and try to have a companionship as genial as if one"s good points alone were on view for a day or two.
Keeping in good humor is the trick. One way in which this is done on ship is by a light chaffing that runs through the intercourse of the members of the mess. Probably no more skilful skating on thin ice takes place around any board than in the wardroom of a warship. Good natured thrusts and parries are going on all the time, and just as the danger point of going too far in personal matters is reached the talk is shifted in some mysterious way, and a new tack is taken.
A favorite means of fun is to tackle the mess caterer, as the treasurer is called, and tell him what poor food he is serving. Now, every man knows he is trying to make the mess money go as far as possible, and also to provide good food. He has a thankless job and the members of the mess like to run him, as the expression goes. Suppose he serves up that delightful concoction of domestic economy, meat b.a.l.l.s. The running fire of comment on such fare would make any ordinary man"s hair gray in a month. The members of the mess even go so far as to tell him that when he dies his monument should be topped with a marble representation of a dish of meat b.a.l.l.s.
Let some man appear in evening dress after word has been pa.s.sed that for once such a costume may be omitted at dinner. The luckless one is howled out of the wardroom and invited to set "em up when he comes back. Let a man make some wild or foolish statement or boast; he never hears the last of it. Perhaps the chief engineer may get permission not to wear evening dress for an evening or two while he is fixing up some dirty work in the engine room. Some one will sing out:
"Captain, I work so hard; please excuse me from dressing for dinner."
Forthwith the Fourth Ward, as the lower end of the table is called, gets up a yell and at a signal this is heard:
Bill Johnson! Bill Johnson! Bill Johnson!
I--work--so--hard!
Johnson, Johnson, Johnson!
Bill says it is on him and what"ll ye have?
Let some one declare that he is on the water wagon and decline to join in a friendly gla.s.s. Forthwith over his place at the table will appear the H. T. T. banner, which, being interpreted, means Holier Than Thou, and the man says he"ll stay on the wagon if you don"t object, but will the others please order what they"d like at his expense.
Lovesick members of the mess get it unmercifully, but when the gla.s.ses come on the table at dinner some evening and the lovelorn man smiles and announces his marriage engagement, hearty, indeed, are the congratulations and the girl"s health is drunk with gusto. Let some member have a birthday. Again good wishes predominate. All hands make speeches. Poems are presented. Hits and grinds are got off. It all goes to make the men of the mess forget that they are made of human clay, the kind that grows brittle and crumbles upon close contact.
Various expedients for making social life delightful are tried. Take the Kansas, for instance. Go over to dinner there some night and you will find the usual good natured raillery going on all the time, but at the end of nearly every course some one will get up and go to the piano and sing a song, a good one, too. They have half a dozen singers on that ship, and you can scarcely spend a more delightful evening anywhere.
Perhaps they have invited Father Gleeson of the Connecticut over, and after suitable urging this accomplished chaplain priest will tell some Irish stories or will sing "The Wearin" o" the Green" for you. And then the ordnance officer will probably step up and sing some rare English ballads, and you make him sing half a dozen times that old gypsy song "Dip Your Fingers in the Stew."
Perhaps you go to the Minnesota. That ship has the prize runners. They do josh a man for certain. There"s Henry Ball, for instance, only that isn"t his name. Down at one corner some man will cry out:
"Who killed c.o.c.k Robin?"
At the far end another will respond:
""I," said the sparrow."
In the middle will come a voice:
""With my bow and arrow.""
And down and around will go the details of the dreadful tragedy of the death of c.o.c.k Robin. It"s a mournful tale, but as the details are set forth loudly there comes a twinkle in the eyes of certain men, and then after c.o.c.k Robin is buried decently a shout will come:
"Who knows it all?"
Another shout will answer:
"Henry Ball, Henry Ball!"
Another voice:
"He knows it all!"
Still another voice:
"With his bra.s.s and gall!"
Mr. Ball has been guilty of the a.s.sumption of too much knowledge and he must take his medicine and grin.
The luckless newspaper man who is a pa.s.senger on a warship does not escape. He"s meat for these flesh eaters. The Sun man mentioned one day that he was sorry he had missed a certain piece of news because it was something that would interest everybody, millions of people, in fact.
"How many millions of people, for example?" asked an innocent voice.
"Well, there are more than three millions of people in New York city alone," was the reply. It was a mistake. Scarcely a day has pa.s.sed on the cruise when some one at the wardroom table does not say in the proper tone of voice and just at the psychological moment:
"Three millions of people made happy!"
That moment comes often in port after some one has asked the correspondent if he has cabled such and such a piece of news. He usually says he has.
Up rises the table and a 12-inch roar shakes things.
"Three millions of people made happy!"
A mess attendant drops a dish and the accident starts a discussion as to the large amount of breakage of crockery. One member who has been afflicting the mess with the recital of numerous details of his household affairs, having been married only a year and a half, protests against the carelessness of mess attendants. He says it is an outrage the way the mess crockery is broken. There is no excuse for it.
Downright carelessness it is, and something ought to be done about it right away.
"Why," he says, "do you know that in our married life we have had just one servant and I give you my word, she has not broken one single piece of crockery. That"s a fact."
"What do you use in your home, Jackson--agate ware?" asks a rogue across the way, and for the rest of the meal the mess is relieved from any more details of Jackson"s domestic affairs.