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Advocate Archives
Buoy Collision, Cabin Fever, Spoofing Around
February 18, 1932
BOAT COLLIDES WITH BUOY
The fishing vessel, “Mermaid,” owned and captained by Ernest Tarvis of 5 Freeman Street, collided with the Wood End bell buoy Saturday morning, at five o’clock.
Captain Tarvis was starting out on a fishing trip and had gone into the engine room leaving the steering wheel in the hands of his assistant, Jesse Silva, when the collision occurred. It was thought at that time that no damage had been done to the boat, but when the journey was resumed, Captain Tarvis discovered that about a foot of water was standing in the cabin, while more was steadily seeping in.
Accordingly the trip had to be postponed. It was necessary to land the leaking boat. The Wood End Coast Guard picket boat, seeing the damage, stood by ready to lend a hand, but Captain Tarvis was able to sail the boat under its own power. As the boat was rapidly filling with water it was at first thought that it would be best to beach it at Long Point but then Captain Travis decided that he could race his damaged craft across the bay in ten minutes and to the shore before it sank.
The “Mermaid” was hurried across the harbor to the west end of the town’s beach, near the cold storage plant, where it was beached. After the tide went out, the water was pumped out of the cabin and when the tide came in, the crippled craft was taken to Furtado’s wharf for repairs.
The damage was estimated to be about $35.
February 17, 1944
CABIN FEVER HITS SPORTSMEN HARD
This is cabin fever time on Cape Cod — that ailment which comes when too many people have been penned up in too small a place for too long a time — and its symptoms defy classification. One person afflicted with it may start looking for things under the flagstones of the pavements, another may try to put the foam under his beer, and a third may be seen boring a hole in Pilgrim Lake to catch ozzlefinches with cream puffs.
An amazing series of acute cases of cabin fever hit the Highland Fish and Game Club at the regular meeting at Odd Fellows’ Hall last night. Just to show how suddenly the darned thing hits — Chef “Hoppy” Crawley and his gang of workers had just piled the plates of the boys with one of his famous feeds — home baked beans, superb fish cakes, potato salad, pickles, rolls and big wedges of cake.
Then Secretary Al Hubbard asked what seemed a most innocent question about some extra cash that had been collected from the tables and whether it was to go to the waiters as tips or to the club. That started it. Frank Nolet opened his eyes wide and got to his feet. Bob White began to cut holes in the smoke with his yells for “Point of Order.” Arthur Bragg Silva squirted a bit of fuel on the places where the fire wasn’t going strong enough.
Bill White tried his damnest to remind the Club of the purpose for which it was founded and said that it had better meetings when there were only doughnuts and coffee and he would be willing to pay a dollar for that kind of meeting and eats than to have gone through a constant racket. That didn’t help matters any. Phil Alexander, another old-timer in the Club, also tried to steer the raging fury into a discussion of fish and game. Walter Stiff went out to the furnace room and got a heavy railroad spike to a gavel for President Tony Silva but a baseball bat would have been better.
February 17, 1966
WORKSHOP THEATRE SPOOFS TOWN IN HIT SHOW
Members of the Provincetown Theater Workshop gave their full houses a good time on Friday and Saturday nights — and had one, themselves — when they spoofed everything that goes on here in winter in a skylarking performance they called “What Do You Do in Provincetown in Winter?”
They spoofed themselves, the weather, that infallible topic of conversation — fishing — and they spoofed Selectmen’s meetings, petitions “for and against” (one was to move Town Hall across the street), and the lack of restaurants in winter. They spoofed the arts, gossip, unemployment compensation, the availability of sex to conscientious visitors and they spoofed The Advocate.
The troupe concocted their own script, well-paced and full of local comedy. They sang and danced, too. You won’t see them in summer because they’re altogether too busy then at their own jobs; you’ll have to get here in the off-season. What’s remarkable about them is the talent they have for this extra-curricular pursuit. And although they showed wit and sophistication in abundance, they produced their fun without a hint of offense to the town or anyone in it.
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Feb 16th, 2006