NEW YORK, April 19, 1912 (UP) -- This is the story of Bill Jones, Titanic stoker. He was never a sea-faring man in a large way before -- and he never will be again. For years he had sailed the Irish sea. This was his first trip across the pond -- and he says, his last.
"Your station at the lifeboats!" commanded a petty officer of Bill as he was stoking coal in a hellish heat some hundred or so feet beneath the icy surface. Bill thought it was just a fire drill.
"I climbed into the first boat, sir, and a big gun came and ousted me, " said Bill. "So I manned the next boat. When I saw it was getting bad I pulled as fast as I could.
"We passed the floating bodies of two women and I pulled them into the boat. The boat was half full of water. When I found out they were both dead we threw them overboard.
"Next we pulled a man inside. He, too, was dead, and we had to put him over."
"Have a drink, Bill," requested a newly found friend.
"Never drink, sir," answered Bill. "I'm going to Bethel chapel to pray, sir."