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When Stanley Sayres drove his platter-like hydroplane Slo-Mo-Shun IV to a world record over a mile straightaway earlier this month (TIME, July 10), veteran motorboatmen were dazzled by the 160 m.p.h. speed, but they took a restrained view of what the delicate Duralumin craft might do in racing competition. Over the bending Detroit River course of the Gold Cup race last week, Slo-Mo-Shun IV proved she was all right at that...
Wild Bill Cantrell in My Sweetie and Bandleader Guy Lombardo in Tempo VI. Jones had it all worked out. On the straightaways, Slo-Mo-Shun skimmed along with its 1,500-h.p. Allison engine wide open, leaving a spectacular rooster-tail wake that shot 30 ft. into the air. On the turns, to save damage to his boat's lightweight hull, Driver Jones slowed down like a Sunday excursionist...
...average of 80.1 m.p.h., while four of the eight starters were being forced out with mechanical trouble under the punishing pace. My Sweetie and Tempo VI were among the survivors, and in the second heat My Sweetie forged into a long lead. Then its engine caught fire, and Slo-Mo-Shun again rocketed home first, with an average of 80.9 m.p.h...
...final heat of the 90-mile race was an anticlimax. With only Lombardo's slower boat left to offer competition, Slo-Mo-Shun breezed through with an unspectacular average of 73.6 m.p.h. The winner's average speed for the 90 miles: 78.2 m.p.h., fastest in Gold Cup history...
...produces this load of lunacy is none other than amiable Jim Moran. He is Professor Briggs. He is his own musical director, a job that involves nothing more than changing records as he goes along. He is also the Slo-Gro Corp. Softspoken, Virginia-born, 33-year-old Joker Moran is famous for having hunted for a needle in a haystack (see cut), sold an icebox to an Eskimo, reenacted the battle of Bunker Hill with twelve strabismic stooges to prove that Colonel Prescott was silly when he issued the command: "Don't fire until you see the white...