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"Not the tourist trap," He hastily added "I mean the REAL China Town."  

"Wonderful" someone piped up. "It's a great idea, let's go, everybody."

So a group started out, including Linc Beachy, his brother Hilary, one or two friends that had joined us and Phil Parmelee with his current girl. Phil wasn't a sailor but he had the same "fleet' ideas. He had one or more girls in every town where we flew.

Tom more than made good his promise and did show us the real Chinatown..the one that had been rebuilt after the disasterous earthquake of 1907, but but in San Francisco, one didn't dare to say 'the quake' one carefully said 'the fire'. He took us through the alleys of the underworld which housed among other things, a number of so called opium dens and what have you. When we came up to the 'surface' we found ourselves on the [[strikethrough]] noterios [[/strikethrough]] notorious Barbary Coast which the San JFrancisco reformers had been working for years to abolish. Like a bonfire just before it dies, it was currently engaged in the last big flash of flame before the end. It was a combination of dancehalls, honky tonk souvenier places, shooting galleries and noisy crowds.

The first thing we saw was a shooting gallery.  Naturally, there just had to be a sharpshooter in the group who wanted to show off his skill. Before we knew it, everyone was having a go at it.  Since the big posters with pictures of Beachy and myself had been plastered all over the city, it was only a short time [[strikethrough]] whi [[/strikethrough]] before we were recognized. It didn't take long for a goodly crowd to gather around us, pusying and shoving. Soon the situation became rather uncomfortable.

"For Heaven's sake, get us out of here, Tom," I begged.

"Sure" he said, Besides I know just the place I want to show you."

From there he took us to a basement dance hall that was famous or 'infamous' at that particular time.  Later, it was exactly copied as the locale for Mae West's first and most famous motion picture, "She Done Him Wrong.".

Afger we came through the doorway, we walked down a flight of stairs