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...Winston had had two hours of earnest discussion and were ready for a picture-taking session in the sun-drenched Rose Garden. As they sat in a love seat, flanked by Dulles and Eden, Churchill seemed in good health, compared to his appearance last January at Bermuda. At one point they started some small talk so that the pictures would give an impression of amiable discourse. This is what they said: President: Did you bring your paints? Prime Minister: No, I didn...
...sleek little (39 ft.) yawl Malay had finished the Newport-Bermuda race, "the thrash to the onion patch," the night before. Now she edged through Two Rock Passage into Hamilton Harbor. A small sloop drew abeam, and the Malay's skipper called across the stretch of water: "Who won the race?" The small-boat sailors slid past the yawl's counter and read the name on the stern. Their astonished answer drifted back: "Malay...
Such late-hour ignorance among Malay's crew of six should not have been surprising. One of the drawn-out processes of the Bermuda race is picking the winner. All entrants are classed according to size. Each craft gets a time allowance, figured from a complicated formula but roughly proportional to her length on the water line. Multiplied by the length of the race,-a boat's given time allowance becomes her racing handicap. Long after the race is over, officials on the committee boat are busy penciling through columns of figures to find out who really...
Strohmeier, Bethlehem Steelman and member of the New Bedford, Mass. Yacht Club, "by following two simple rules: when in doubt go to westward, otherwise sail on the tack that will take you straight to Bermuda." Malay began by standing off on the port tack until she was nearly 45 miles west of the rhumb line, a straight-line course to St. David's Head. For a day she drifted in the Gulf Stream, while the crew fished and swam. Out of the stream, Malay worked westward again before she came about on the starboard tack for the last long...
...late May turns to June, Cambridge finally shucks its wintry inhibitions and blossoms out in all of its famed originality. Mauve peddiepushers and cerise dirndles are seen escorted by olive green Egyptian lines and Stuart plaid Bermuda shorts...