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...Mushroom Cloud. The race began almost too calmly. A fickle Rhode Island westerly died to a breeze of only two knots as the yachts edged in toward the starting line between the forward mast of the Brenton Reef Lightship and a white flag on the committee boat. But in a few hours the wind freshened, and the field scudded off on the fastest Bermuda race in history...
...everyone shared Ros's early confidence about the show. When she sang for her father-in-law, Nightclub Baritone Carl Bnsson, he held his temples and cried: "Are you going to bring that voice to Broadway?" Her gravelly, one-note vocalizing has been compared to the Ambrose Lightship calling to its mate. One critic thought that she sounded like "a raven with a throat condition," Ros (pronounced Roz) concedes that "I don't sing, I gargle...
...seemed almost a foregone conclusion that she would exceed the mark of 3 days 20 hr. 42 min. set in 1938 by the Cunard liner Queen Mary on the run between Ambrose Lightship and Bishop Rock on the southwest coast of England. But merely nibbling an hour or so off the record would mean little. Ships like the Lusitania and the old Mauretania had guaranteed a 4½day crossing in the early 1900s. The Normandie and the two British Queens had cut it to four days in the 1930s. If she was worth the toil, treasure and time...
Shortly after 5 the next morning, her deep-voiced siren burst into a jubilant roar; she was off Bishop Rock, 2,982 miles from Ambrose Lightship, after a crossing of only 3 days 10 hr. 40 min. She had averaged 35.59 knots, had knocked 10 hr. 2 min. off the old mark. The Queen Mary's skipper, outward bound, sent her a sportsmanlike message: "Godspeed. Welcome to the Atlantic. Am sacking my chief engineer." Said the new ship's beaming skipper, Commodore Harry Manning: "I've still got more speed up my sleeve- we were just cruising...
Orphans of the Storm Coast Guard headquarters in Boston braced for battle as the tanker Fort Mercer, 29 miles off Cape Cod's Pollock Rip lightship, sent out an S O S. The worst nor'easter of the winter was burying New England in gale-blown snow and raising pure white hell offshore. Blinding snow, 50-ft. waves, and winds up to 90 miles an hour smashed the distressed tanker as the Coast Guard cutter Yakutat and the Navy cargo ship Short Splice hunted her. Just after noon, she broke...