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...Vickery: ''I'll try one last flight." Seven or eight men & women passengers (no one was positive of the exact number afterward) piled into the Sikorsky amphibian and off they went. Twenty minutes later the ship glided to a landing. Crack! A slapping wave broke the starboard pontoon. Rather than taxi through the swells with his right wingtip boring the water, Pilot Vickery gunned his engines, took off for the landing field near Glenview north of the city. A mile short of that goal the weakened right wing crumpled. The plane crashed in a plowed field. Pilots...
...laconically "800 feet . . . 300 feet." ... I sighted the waves through the window and gave the order 'Stand by for a crash.' There was no further conversation in the control car after this order. . . . We hit the water . . . much harder than I expected. The water surged in my [starboard] window and must have carried me out the port window...
...Traveling to Newport News, Mrs. Hoover cracked a bottle of grapejuice over the prow of the Navy's newest aircraft carrier (13,500 tons with superstructure to starboard of landing table). Declared she: "I christen thee Ranger." Said she later: "I shall always have a soft spot in my heart for the Navy because its blue-jackets once saved the life of my husband and myself from Oriental bullets and knives...
...weather. He wins most in light airs. It is his system to keep moving at all costs, away from the mark if necessary, while his opponents stand still with their bows pointed in the right direction. Like many another yachtsman, he thinks he sails better on the starboard tack, possibly because he finds it more comfortable to hold the gunwale with his right hand while his left is on the tiller. Even-tempered, meticulous, laconic, Skipper Iselin dresses for sailing in a dilapidated Panama hat, corduroy trousers, bow tie. In 20 years of yachting on Long Island Sound, his friend...
...Captain's Dinner, all the lights went out. Passengers rushed from the plush-&-gold lounges into a cold drizzle on deck. The crew was piped to stations while excited junior officers pattered up and down staircases, gesticulating. The engines stopped. Then slowly the ship heeled over to starboard. A few passengers went down for their lifebelts...