Word: skippering
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...this process, probably the most enlightened punishment in the long history of naval discipline, is wasteful: the Navy would like to make it all unnecessary by learning how to spot in advance the recruit who will go over the hill or sock the skipper. Also, since some bad apples will always get through, it would like to be able to look at each and decide whether the canker of bad conduct can be cut out so that the offender can safely be returned to duty...
Telltale Ripples. In all the fleet that edged past Execution Rocks Light and set out for Block Island, no skipper had lavished more care on his predicted log than two-time Race Winner Dr. Allen B. Du Mont, 54, in his 54-ft. Trumpy-built cruiser Hurricane III. An engineer by profession (and president of the $63 million Allen B. Du Mont Laboratories, Inc., which manufactures television sets and a variety of other electronic instruments), he had figured his time with professional precision. A seasoned sailor, he had laid out his course with professional skill...
Porpoises played off the port beam of Hurricane III on the first leg. Under the muggy mist there was no breeze, and beyond Execution Rocks the boat passed no buoys where Skipper Du Mont could check for the telltale ripples that would help him estimate the tide. Still, he had a feeling he was moving too fast; he reduced engine speed as he pulled up to the first marker. Then the breeze freshened...
Sailboats drifted through an almost windless race off the Connecticut shore. Hurricane III was passing lobster pots now and narrow, leaning oyster-bed stakes, so the skipper could get a reading on the current. It was not up to pre-race calculations. Off Point No. Point, southeast of Bridgeport, he reduced r.p.m. again. Behind him, half a dozen skippers thought twice as they held to course and speed...
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...