first-deck

Updated: May 9, 2025

Alongside her pier, white as a gull, new painted, new washed, cargoed and stoked, the Roumania reared three red smoke-stacks, and sat proudly with the gang-plank flung out from her mighty hip and her nose tapering toward the blue harbor and the blue billows beyond. Within the narrow confines of a first-deck stateroom, piled round with luggage and its double-decker berths freshly made up, Mrs.

Fannie Hurst - Every Soul Hath Its Song