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...Wimbledon where the best two out of three sets mean a winner. Roughly one-third of the district-Cape Cod and the Nantucket Sound islands-is Yankee Republican. Another third-the depressed onetime whaling capital of New Bedford-is ethnically Democratic. The South Boston suburbs stretching from Weymouth to Plymouth are fiercely independent; the candidate who can conquer them while holding his own bloc takes everything...
Radcliffe marshals for the class of 1973 are: Lynn Sakai of North House and Altadena. Calif., first marshal; Wilsie York of North House and Danville, Va., second marshal; Charlotte Crane of Winthrop House and Plymouth. N.H., third marshal; and Meg Morgan of North House and Shrewsbury, fourth marshal...
Died. Sir Francis Chichester, 70, adventurous yachtsman whose 1966-67 solo voyage round the world in the ketch Gipsy Moth IV won him international fame; of anemia caused by a malignant spinal tumor; in Plymouth, England. Though he became the archetype of the master seaman, Chichester set the world's record for the longest solo flight in a seaplane in 1931. He bought his first yacht in 1953 and in 1960 won the first transatlantic solo yacht race. After his historic trip round the world, the first made with just one landfall, Chichester was given a hero...
...straight-to-the-point letter to the Times of London, written from his bed at the Royal Naval Hospital in Plymouth, Sir Francis explained: "After returning from my round-the-world trip in 1967, an illness developed and in due course it was discovered that I had a malignant growth near the base of my spine. The tumor spread to involve my spine and later other bones. With the help of appropriate treatment I have been fighting this trouble, and on the whole it has been a successful fight-because it did not prevent me from building a new yacht...
...sailors who started in the singlehanded transatlantic sailboat race a month ago, most were still alone, all alone last week, somewhere on the wide, wide sea between Plymouth, England, and Newport, R.I. They were still battling cold and cramp, waves and weariness; still leary of sleep lest their untended craft be run down by a freighter or collide with an iceberg. They were still in danger of drifting aimlessly with broken equipment, or of being swept overboard with no help near...