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Presumed Dead. William Willis, 75, solitary sailor who, just for the challenge of it, pitted his skill against the sea in small, hand-built boats; after his battered 11½-ft. sloop Little One was found empty 400 miles west of Ireland and 143 days out of Montauk Point, L.I. A seaman since 15, Willis sailed alone in 1954 aboard a balsa raft from Peru to Samoa, and in 1963-64 made a 10,000-mile solo voyage from Peru to Australia. Before his third and last unsuccessful attempt to reach England from America alone, he said: "The greatest challenge...
Cervantes could have written a novel about a swordfisherman. He knew the type. Dr. John Staige Davis, for example. A Manhattan internist, Dr. Davis, 66, has spent a considerable part of the past 37 years pursuing Xiphias gladius, the broadbill swordfish, from Montauk, N.Y., to Cape Hatteras, N.C., and from California to Peru. The quest has cost the good doctor something like 3,000 man-hours and many more thousands of dollars. And for what? In those 37 years, Dr. Davis has been privileged to see 100 swordfish. He has hooked eight...
...weeks ago, he tied into an even bigger fish off Montauk, N.Y. "I fought him for 5¾ hours," says Margulies, "before the reel jammed and the line finally broke. By the time it was over, the pressure on my leather shoulder harness had cut my shoulders and rib cage to ribbons, and I was covered with blood." At least he doesn't have to live with the experience of New York Attorney Frank Bramm, who connected off Montauk. Bramm battled the fish for two hours, skillfully thwarting his every stratagem. At last he maneuvered him to within...
...asked his mistress, "Do you smoke after?", and received the answer, "I don't know. I'll look next time." Alan, whose ordinariness is well portrayed by Off-Broadway Veteran John Tracy, meanders from Manhattan's Lincoln Center at the beginning to Long Island's Montauk Beach at the finale. Like the man who makes it, the journey is without aim or purpose-but not without poignancy...
...Danger. Sunday was a day of pure surrealist chaos. In Sag Harbor, a onetime whaling port, a fake whale was seen floating in the harbor; 15 pretty nurses lay down on three hospital beds set smack in the middle of the highway. But nothing matched the pandemonium on Montauk's bluffs. There the Montauk Fire Department's hoses and two foam makers were turned loose, sending gallons upon gallons of fire-fighting foam billowing down the cliffs. Joined by hardened surfers, who left their boards to join in the fun, Kaprow, like Moses, led his tribes of happy...