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...Sopwith, famed stunt flyer, hydroplane racer and aircraft builder (his World War II Hurricanes held off the German Luftwaffe), whose Endeavors twice challenged for the cup, lost in 1934 only by the narrowest of margins-four races to two-to Harold S. Vanderbilt's Rainbow...
Compulsive Gamble. Like Lipton and Sopwith, Australia's Sir Frank Packer is a tough, determined competitor. Asked why he had challenged for the cup, Packer replied: "Alcohol and delusions of grandeur." Lusty and lantern-jawed, a onetime prizefighter and lifelong yachtsman, Packer is known at home as a ruthless, tight-fisted publisher who once laced out a reporter for spending 6/ of his boss's money on a tram ride to an assignment-Packer told him to walk. Employees on his five newspapers (among them: the Sydney Daily Telegraph and Sunday Telegraph), three magazines and two TV stations...
...reliability of dime-store watches. They took off from a short runway built over the Arizona's forward gun turret; it was a good way to end up in the drink, and at least once, Pride did. There was little improvement when Pride's outfit got British Sopwith Camels. Recalls Pride: "When they landed, they humped." Of the rickety old planes, Pride now says: "Very simple. Not so many gauges to read...
Trim Internationals. The America's Cup series kept going for a while. In 1937, in the last renewal, Harold Vanderbilt's J-boat Ranger whipped Briton Thomas Sopwith's Endeavour II in four straight races. Corny Shields was active, that America's Cup summer, doing some crewing on Gerard B. Lambert's Yankee, another of the big J Class boats, which raced against Ranger for the honor of defending the cup. In the Ranger's afterguard, i.e., board of strategy, was Long Island Sailor Arthur Knapp Jr., one of Corny's ablest continuing...
Round the Bend. In a rented, 100-h.p. Auster monoplane scarcely bigger than his World War I Sopwith Camel, the Mad Major climbed to 500 ft. over the City of London. It was lunch time, and, as he could see through the upper frames of his bifocals, Thameside was black with people. Suddenly he sent the little silver Auster hurtling out of the sun, straight for Blackfriars Bridge. Girls screamed, bowler hats ducked, but, with inches to spare, the Mad Major leveled out, missed Blackfriars, and with wheels brushing the water, skimmed upstream towards Waterloo Bridge. Between the water...