The Ship

Word that war presents the ship. With half a million men in the Royal Navy, it is inevitable that there should be some coincidence of names and ranks between characters in this book and officers and ratings now serving.

That is so inevitable that the author has made no attempts to avoid any such coincidence. All he can do is to assure the reader that he has attempted neither portrait nor caricature of an ill-living person.

You'll find that written on one of the front pages of a book I read a few days ago. The ship by C.S. Forest. Words at war. The National Broadcasting Company in cooperation with the Council on Books in War Time brings you another in its series of radio adaptations of great books of this war.

Each week at this time we bring you selected dramatic episodes from some of the most stirring of our war-inspired literature. The Night Story, The Ship, by C.S. Forest, eminent English author of Captain Horatio Hornblower and other fine books, adapted for radio by Edmund Burnbrier.

The Ship is a glorious yawn about a glorious British vessel and the men aboard her. A novel, yet as you read it you feel your reading facts. It's tough, authentic, gripping this yawn. I read it and I was excited.

I hope you will be too. Boy didn't get through. Walter might fall. The convoy had to get through. And there were only these five-life cruisers and a dozen destroyers to get it through. The ship, HMS Artemis, was a light cruiser.

Most hid. Smokin' the starboard bow, green one nine. Most hid. Smokin' the starboard bow, green one nine. Some men would have been uncomfortable in the crow's nest. Not so ordinary seamen harold Quim's beak, whose idea of happiness was a full belly and nothing particular to do.