This was too much for the old gentleman. “Young man,” he said as he rose to leave me, “I don’t think you have the proper respect for ship’s officers. When you are as old as I am you may think differently.” I was honestly sorry I had made light of his remark, and said so. “It was somewhat startling to have such a question put to you right off the bat, sir.” “Yes, yes,” he said, “I know. I--I had hoped you might help me. I’ve never been on board ship with wireless before,” and then his manner became that of the captain of a vessel with several hundred passengers aboard. “Let me know what the weather report says when it comes in.” With that he was off. My emotions were somewhat mixed. I wished I had not been alone with him, and wished I had not made light of his remark. Now that he was gone, I wished that some one else were with me in that stuffy, careening radio cabin on the aft end of the _Chippewa_. After a while the nervousness wore off, and I made an entry or two in the log book to show that I had not been asleep. It was soon time for Arlington’s weather reports and time signals, and when the first dots and dashes came through I knew that I would have no trouble in taking down what he was sending. There was, as usual, a lot of stuff about the weather in the Gulf and up and down from Hatteras and other places that we didn’t care anything about, and finally came the report for the Upper and Lower Lakes. There was nothing to indicate bad weather. In fact, the report mentioned only moderate winds for the following day. I rang the wheelhouse with the report and found the captain still up. When I offered to read him the report, he said he would come and get it himself. I had a feeling that he wanted to resume the conversation about the dead and the radio, and wished that he would choose some bright, sunshiny afternoon instead of the middle of the night. He soon came in, however, and after perusing the report, asked the meaning of upper and lower lakes. Like most operators, I had never thought of it, and told him so, suggesting Upper Lakes meant Superior and the upper parts of Michigan and Huron. “I don’t like the sound of ‘Lower Lakes,’” he said, smiling not a bit.