In the distance it looked like a blue ribbon stretched across the ocean.

Several passengers kodak'd it.

We had no fool ceremonies, no fantastics, no horse play.

All that sort of thing has gone out.

In old times a sailor, dressed as Neptune, used to come in over the bows, with his suite, and lather up and shave everybody who was crossing the equator for the first time, and then cleanse these unfortunates by swinging them from the yard-arm and ducking them three times in the sea.