Word: bus
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...many variables: the wind, the weather, water conditions, other boats. You have to tune your boat, get the optimum performance out of it. Even then, it's a roll of the dice." And while the dice are in the air, anyone-for one brief Mittyesque moment-can be Bus Mosbacher, sailing out of Newport for the America...
First Race, First Win. Bus (a contraction of "Buster," the nickname given him by a hospital nurse at birth) has been sailing-in dead earnest-ever since his daddy dropped him into a dinghy at five. Starting from scratch as a messenger boy in a Wall Street brokerage house, Emil Sr. had already climbed so far as an investor that he could buy "Brook Hills," a 43-acre estate in White Plains, N.Y. George Gershwin was a frequent visitor, wrote most of Porgy and Bess in a guest cottage tucked away on a corner of the grounds. The Mosbachers wintered...
...time he was 13 and a third-former at the Choate School in Wallingford, Conn., Bus was a familiar, fiercely competitive figure in Star-class races on the Sound. He won the Midget championship in 1935 and 1936, moved up to the Juniors in 1937 and took that national title two years later. "It was obvious from the start," says his father, now 70, "that Bus had what it takes to be a great sailor." When he was only 16, Cornelius ("Corny") Shields asked him to sail on his Interna tional Dinghy team-a high honor, indeed, coming from...
...Whenever Bus was racing, supper at the Mosbacher household was a pretty lively affair. "Why did it take two minutes to get the spinnaker up?" Papa would demand. "Why did you tack when you did?" Recalls Bus: "He was most sparing with his compliments. If I pulled a really bad blunder, I would arrange to have dinner with a friend. On one or two occasions I stayed the weekend." One of Emil Sr.'s concerns was sportsmanship. "He thought it was terrible to file protests," says Bus, "and he always warned me not to get involved in gamesmanship, which...
That accounts for Bus's discomfiture the day when he was 15 and a lass named Ethel crewed for him in a nip-and-tuck race. "The finish was so close I couldn't tell who had won," Bus remembers. "The other fellow called over to the committee boat to find out the results, but I couldn't hear what they told him. So I yelled 'Nice race!' And when he answered Thank you,' I assumed he had won. Next thing I knew, Ethel was standing up, shaking her fist at the committee boat...