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...eyes of landlubbers, whom he has shocked all his life. Uffa got into boats the hard way - as a 14-year-old Cowes shipbuilder's apprentice. After a World War I stint in the Royal Naval Air Service, he bagged a berth aboard Typhoon, a 45-ft. auxiliary ketch owned by two Manhattan yachting writers who had just crossed the Atlantic in 22 days. The return trip to the U.S. took three hungry, storm-ridden months. Undaunted, Uffa worked his way back to England again, started making his mark as a builder and sailor of yachts...
Fortnight ago, when the 19th race got under way, San Francisco Manufacturer Richard S. Rheem (steel containers and home appliances) and the crew of his 98-ft. ketch Morning Star knew they had small chance to win. Four times they had made the long haul, and twice they were first across the finish line off Diamond Head. But in both races the complicated calculations of the handicap formula* had given another ship the prize. This year Skipper Rheem, sailing against a record 52 other yachts, was ready to settle for the satisfaction of breaking his own uncorrected record crossing time...
Shotgun Watches. Just 14 hours behind the white ketch, the 75-ft. schooner Constellation crossed the line. She had carried a spinnaker all the way-a tricky test for her helmsmen. They had to fight the wheel so hard to keep the big-bellied sail full that sometimes, with two men working at once, they could stand only 15-minute "shotgun" watches without relief. On corrected time, no boat seemed to have a chance to catch the Constellation, and Dutch Captain Frank Hooykaas did a happy jig of victory...
Then, out of nowhere came the 39-ft. ketch Staghound. She had been unreported and counted out of the running for days. But race officials had forgotten that in 1953, when she won the race, Stag-hound's owner and skipper, Los Angeles' Ira P. Fulmor, kept radio silence as he searched for favorable winds. Now Fulmor and his navigator, Robert T. Leary, were pulling the same stunt. When they broke silence they were less than 200 miles off Diamond Head, with more than enough of their 98-hour handicap left to take top honors. The times were...
Best of Ten. Off Plum Island, Skipper Du Mont got the kind of break no sailor can guess in advance: he came upon a boat in distress. The ketch Rolling Stone, out of Red Bank, N.J., was rolling in the easy swell, her ensign flying upside down from the mizzenmast. She had lost her rudder shaft. Under the rules, no matter how much time Dr. Du Mont lost going to her aid, he would get a perfect score for leg 6. Within minutes, the Coast Guard had been called by radio, and Hurricane III was back on course...