Feb. 23d. "And what," asked the enlisting officer, regarding me as if I had insulted him, his family and his live stock, "leads you to believe that you are remotely qualified to join the Navy?"At this I almost dropped my cane, which in the stress of my patriotic preoccupation I had forgotten to leave home."Nothing," I replied, making a hasty calculation of my numerous useless accomplishments, "nothing at all, sir, that is, nothing to speak of. Of course I've passed a couple of seasons at Bar Harbor—perhaps that—""Bar Harbor!" exploded the officer. "Bar! bah! bah—dammit," he broke off, "I'm bleating.""Yes, sir," said I with becoming humility. His hostility increased."Do you enlist for foreign service?" he snapped."Sure," I replied. "It will all be foreign to me."