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...Henry's circle of relatives, friends, lovers-and relatives of friends and lovers-expands in this book to meet the need. Pug's immediate family is Navy all the weigh: at the Battle of Midway, Victor Henry commands the cruiser Northampton, while his son Warren is a dive-bomber pilot who helps to wound one of the Japanese carriers in that decisive victory at sea. Son Byron is in submarines. Daughter Madeline is in wartime show business, but she takes up with a young officer who just happens to be working on a Navy effort to enrich uranium...
...defensive play of the game came down in the ninth, with a man out and the tying run at the plate. Following a backward-upside-down-dive job by Lynn in the third, Carl Yastrezemski slid forward, coming down hard on his butt to cut off a potential two-run single...
...Aquatic, the machine in question suggests a curious cross between a wind-up bathtub toy and a James Bond movie. It is a lemon-hued, one-man submarine, the S 250, a 12-ft.-long, 2,250-lb. vessel that can be run by just about anybody, dive safely to 250 ft., stay submerged for an hour at a time and costs (at $12,000 without extras) less than a Cadillac Seville. The man to see about lessons in the S 250 is Harold Jacobson, a balding but still visibly ginger-haired professional diver based in Warwick...
...During a dive, the light recedes above the conning tower. Silver gives way to green as the sub slowly sinks and finally bumps on the bottom of the bay. A kind of breathing silence enshrouds the diver. When the two electric engines are switched on, the first impact is like being caught inside a vacuum cleaner. But noise is soon forgotten as S 250 noses along just above the floor of the bay, a flat, sandy-brown miniature moonscape unrolling beneath the 3-in.-thick, 16-in.-in-diameter window in the bow. Cynically one expects to find old shoes...
Then, 50 yds. out, the drama ended as quickly as it had begun. With a magnificent snap of his head, the fish flung the 3-in. hook out of his mouth. And then, with an ecstatic dive, he plummeted free into the deep. We were beaten, but there were no regrets on board. The one that got away had put up a furious fight. The memory would last. There would be other nights to float on the black and silent sea and wait for the electrifying moment when a broadbill would nose up from the depths, ready to duel with...