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...ardent small-boat sailor. Franklin Roosevelt naturally conceives of the ship of State as a small yacht, steered by a hand tiller which, to keep the boat on a straight course, the skipper must shift as the wind changes. Said the President: A year ago when inflation threatened, the helm was shifted far to starboard. Last autumn, warned of a threatened deflation, the Administration put it hard to port. While his listeners were trying to calculate what, if anything, all this meant in terms of political Right & Left, the President made his main point: that to regard a shift...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PRESIDENCY: Citizen of Zion | 3/14/1938 | See Source »

...down the lighthouse position, the crew was an impressive combination of Varsity and former Varsity material. Roger W. Cutler '37 set the pace, with Paul Austin '37, Erickson '38, Tom Choate '37, John Senior '38, Jack Radway '38, and Lring Swaim '39 behind him. Eddie White '38 held the tiller ropes...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: CREW TAKES TO WATER FOR SHORT, COLD SPIN | 2/10/1938 | See Source »

...boat is moored upon the strand, My face is to the sea. I hold the tiller in my hand And wait the tide that calls...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: Chance Out | 6/21/1937 | See Source »

...fast start in this race was almost spoiled when the Eliot coxswain got his bearings mixed and swung onto the Kirkland eight; only Haines' yell and quick pull on the tiller ropes averted a nasty crash and the Elephants dropped back about a third of a length while this was going...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Lowell, Kirkland, Eliot, Adams Crews Qualify | 5/19/1937 | See Source »

Goggled against the stinging snow and wind that burn your face, you sit tense in a narrow cockpit, legs braced, toes hooked under a crossbar. The tiller jerks and trembles in your hands, intensifying your sensation of speed. A few inches beneath you is the ice, now white and granular, now slick as black glass, racing by to the singing of the wind in your rigging and the crisp cutting sound of the sharp-bladed runners. You put your nose down into your muffler to catch a warm breath-the wind has you gasping and your cheeks feel shaved...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Ice Yachting | 2/8/1937 | See Source »

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