National Geographic : 1962 Feb
KODACHROMESBY W. D. VAUGHN © NATIONALGEOGRAPHICSOCIETY Strumming his guitar, a Staten Island seaman entertains shipmates in the boatswain's storeroom. Overheads burgeon with nautical gear and the souvenir saddle at left. Parts of the ship's machinery could be sealed off. We had enough food to winter through on short rations. Worries and rumors were, of course, rife in the crew's quarters. Church attendance that Sunday jumped 400 percent. The rumor mill ground out some beauties: The real rea son we were stuck was that the starboard propeller was frozen in a big block of ice; the Navy was going to send a carrier to the edge of the ice and have long-range helicopters fly out whoever wasn't needed for wintering the ships over; an atomic submarine would rise through the ice at any minute to help us. One night Commander Porter spent an hour and a half in the crew's mess answering questions about such rumors. He did his best but came away with the uneasy feeling that he had accomplished little. Every man fought boredom in his own way. I played the accordion. Bingo games were held. The hobby shop was full of men turning out belts, billfolds, model planes and ships. About half the crew had beards that received intensive currying. The movie sit uation was excellent for a winter in the ice.