Word: sea
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Herr Doktor Siegfried Schiff, 66, a Berlin physician, said sternly to reporters on the North Sea Isle of Heligoland, last week, that he was about to take a swim "solely for exercise." Plunging in Herr Doktor Schiff swam completely around Heligoland, about three miles, in 4 hours and 35 minutes...
...nice to look at-a lean little body and all dressed up in rakish clothes that nobody had ever seen before. Men said she was fast; but she was no girl for rough weather. They sent her out to sea as a noble experiment. A week passed and they didn't hear from her whose name was Rofa, 50-foot schooner, smallest of four small schooners racing from Sandy Hook to Santander, Spain. Her rigging was peculiar-designed by Herreshoff, who learned about sails in Scandinavian fjords. On the morning of the seventh day out, she had covered...
Long before the days of scientific dredging, Plato and his friends sat at the baths discussing an ancient and powerful kingdom, an ideal commonwealth which had sunk into the sea: Atlantis. Others took up the tale; medieval writers made much of it; Brazilian legends still stimulate searching parties. The bank itself has been thoroughly mapped by H. M. S. Challenger (1873-76), the German ship Gazelle (1874-76), the French ship Travailleur (1880), the U. S. ship Blake (1877), the expedition of H. S. H. Prince of Monaco, the German Validivia expedition...
...becomes the flagship of the New York Yacht Club, of which Vincent Astor is Commodore for 1928 (TIME, Feb. 6). In many ways, Commodore Astor is the perfect yachtsman. The management of his real estate properties is not sufficiently arduous to prevent his spending days and weeks contemplating the sea from one of the three decks of the "Light of My Soul." It might indeed be impossible for the perfect yachtsman to be a mentally aggressive fur-trader and land-getter, as was Commodore Astor's famed great-grandfather, John Jacob Astor...
...watched them as they lolled pleasantly among darting little put-puts, just off Sandy Hook. For two-and-a-half hours they lolled and jockeyed now and then; finally along came a breath of breeze and the five big schooners moved toward Santander, Spain, 3,055 miles across the sea. They were racing for the King Alfonso...