"When we got back to Mascot we found a nice pickerel in the bottom of the boat. Must have jumped in upstream. Macaroni all but boiled out. Just saved it. Fixed it up with cracker crumbs and cheese. Roasted a fine, big chicken. Baked sweet and white potatoes. Had delicious raw oysters in cocktail sauce and while night shut in still, cold and clear, we muzzled into it all and didn't forget absent friends although I did forget a pint of "champagne wasser" which I had meant to get at Norfolk. Everything iced down on deck as we turned in. Wouldn't be much surprised to find ourselves pinched by the morning. Hopes not."
-from The Boy, Me and The Cat, Cruise of the Mascot, 1912-13