Word: boatings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...gone too the armed youth cadres that had marched daily through Djakarta, singing America, Satan of the World. Demonstrators still surged through the streets, but they wore the yellow jackets of the Anti-Communist Students Action Command, and the song they sang-to the tune of Michael Row the Boat Ashore-was "Sukarno should be pensioned...
...speed and partly for family cruising. The Cal-40s are all business: short on finery, heavy on sail and with a light (15,500 Ibs.) hull that thumbs its nose at the intricate rites of rating-the official formula that calculates waterline length against sail area to determine the boat's racing handicap. Ordinarily a designer slaves to achieve the lowest possible rating, thus the highest handicap. Designer Bill Lap-worth, 46, who had been teaming with Builder Jack Jensen, 40, for five years on smaller fiber-glass models, didn't even consider the matter...
Hyperbole, of course, but it reflected the wry eye that J.F.K. characteristically turned on himself and his clan. The Kennedy candor comes through with engaging clarity in the reminiscences of Paul ("Red") Fay, a fellow PT boat commander, close friend and campaign aide, whom Kennedy appointed Under Secretary of the Navy. In his forthcoming book, The Pleasure of His Company (Harper & Row), now being serialized by McCall's, Fay recalls some other revealing Kennedyisms. "When the war is over and you are out there in sunny California," Kennedy told San Franciscan Fay in 1945, "I'll be back...
...sheer exclusiveness, danger and sangfroid, no sport quite matches hydroplane racing. The boats are worth upwards of a quarter of a million dollars, and there are perhaps only 20 unlimited-class hydroplane racers in the world. Last week 15% of them were wiped out in a single race. The official - and somewhat chill - reaction, from Lee Schoenith of the American Power boat Association: "I don't think it's go ing to have any great effect. But it sure isn't going to be the same kind of sea son for the participants...
...Between boat trips to the Lido to cool in the sea, there was the endless rounds of drinking and gabbing in outdoor cafes on the pigeon-infested piazza. And everywhere the parties went, there was one fellow sure to go-a man who insisted that he was from the U.S. Department of the Interior dealing "with Indian and Eskimo art." Of course, no Indians or Eskimos were represented...