Page 215

By Jack Joseph Smith

As it turned out, it would be another hour before the ship began to slip out of dock to make it's voyage to Hawaii. By this time his jaws would be like clamps; and already through his body passed an energy equal it seemed to the pistons of the machine run ship. Above the shouting of street business eyes with the hell raising glaze of no tomorrow; middle-aged men and women passed by Animal and Jaqueline. They walked around them, and down along the deck passage- way wearing buttons. Some of a political nature, but mostly it seemed displaying their own characters out of caricatures from cartoons. The rowdy rout below received grumblings of disapproval; but Jaqueline cared not and Animal was on top of it enjoying a unmistakeable identity from the beginning of this new epsode. "Who are these people acting like movie stars, who obviously are not?" "After all Henry; this is the Corona Lines, not a Manzanillo tramp steamer!" "Such sophistication!" Jaqueline nudged Animal to his leaping one sided mouth to ear grin. He began to laugh loudly sweeping his hand up over head indicating a speech. "Everyone will be taking

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As the ship's departure stalls, the deck fills with cartoonish self-display, and Animal turns the passengers' badges and mannerisms into a comic critique of borrowed sophistication.

The page is good at showing how modern travel can feel theatrical long before it becomes transformative. Everyone seems to be wearing a role, and Animal's mockery keeps puncturing the cruise-line version of glamour.

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Departure stalls 'another hour,' and Prankster's body keeps cinching tight - 'his jaws would be like clamps,' an energy 'equal it seemed to the pistons of the machine run ship.' On deck, 'middle-aged men and women' pass 'with the hell raising glaze of no tomorrow,' wearing buttons 'mostly... displaying their own characters out of caricatures from cartoons.' Animal, savoring 'a unmistakeable identity from the beginning of this new epsode,' turns the wait into mockery - 'Who are these people acting like movie stars, who obviously are not?' - and his retort 'this is the Corona Lines, not a Manzanillo tramp steamer!' lets Jaqueline nudge him to a 'leaping one sided mouth to ear grin.' The page is a comic holding pattern, glamour punctured before the ship even moves.