''Gosh, it's cold," said Dr. Beebe, below.
''Wear your red flannels next time," said Miss Hollister, above.
"A fish!—a big fish!—it's six feet long!" cried Dr. Beebe.
"What kind is it?''
"It's a pyrosoma."
This colloquy took place one day last week over a telephone cable connecting blonde, comely Gloria Hollister on the deck of a barge with the sturdy little steel ball that was taking William Beebe and Otis Barton to a greater depth in the sea than man had ever reached before.
Early that morning the battered, blackened barge Ready had been towed by the tug...