Luck Of The Macdhui

Mr. Snellgrove’s Cat

We have pleasure in introducing a newcomer, who is likely to become well known and popular in New Guinea.

When the M.V. Macdhui was en route to Australia, via Panama, she encoun tered appalling weather across the At lantic. The most hardened seadogs lost interest in meals; and the B.P. marine

superintendent, Mr. W. G. Snellgrove, anxious that his new ship should show a good speed average, went up alone into the bows and apostrophised the god of all Scottish engineers “We have no luck,” moaned the sup erstitious boatswain. “I have it,” cried Mr. Snellgrove. “The ship is without a cat.”

So at Panama, Mr. Snellgrove went ashore, cat-hunting. Fortune favoured him. A charming lady, Mrs. Clifford Payne, of Balboa, taking pity on his cat-less condition, sent aboard a basket and inside was the attractive repre sentative of the feline race pictured above. Puss settled down aboard be fore the ship was through the Canal.

There was good weather all across the Pacific, and on the run to Sydney the Macdhui logged the splendid aver age of 15 knots The cat has now accommodated itself happily to the Macdhui’s new Islands run. The boatswain sings in his bath.