The milling of people has some what of a direction, many seem to be mingling towards the ship in all its new splendor. The sound of automobiles and machinery a symphony with the bustle of people both boarding and saying their goodbyes. As the poorly formed line of second class passengers shuffle forward, occasionally a rougher looking passenger would be inspected for lice in accordance with US regulations at the time. Predominantly this is more common practice among third class. The voice of the steward rings out, **”Tickets please! Please have your tickets ready!!” ** Few of the Passemgers around dig in their pockets of bags. “Your ticket, please.” This steward is much closer his voice clearer than the previous shout.