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...race," Red Smith used to like to write in the New York Herald Tribune, "in the horse-racing sense of the term." Meaning the result was pretty well arranged. If the rules were not rigged, they were at least geared for the defenders, whose original 1851 victory on the schooner America was dubious too.* When an appealing gang of Australians flew the Cup away on a winged keel three years ago and relocated it in a western backwater near Perth, only a few millionaires with wet bottoms were very disappointed. Only Conner cried...
...fact as well as name the Pride of Baltimore. A 136-ft. replica of a 19th century schooner, she was slated to be a major ornament of the July 4th celebrations in New York Harbor. Then she ran into a "white squall," a killer blast of 90-m.p.h. wind and water...
Tombstone had the climate, a desert that bursts alive in spring, the San Pedro Valley, Dragoon Mountains to the north, Huachucas to the south, and sunsets that turned the land lavender. With fresh paint, new lumber and much of America out on the open road in the modern prairie schooner, the motor home, Tombstone was back in business, a going concern. The town hummed along selling tours of the cemetery and the O.K. Corral, silver and turquoise jewelry, antique mining implements, as well as the regrettable curios of the day: plastic scorpions, John Wayne on velvet, Elvis dinner plates...
William Mathers, an American yachtsman and businessman who lived in Singapore, was sailing from that city to Hong Kong last July when his 80-ft. schooner was seized by armed Vietnamese. Mathers, 41, and his companions--two Frenchwomen, the two sons of one of them, and an Australian engineering student--were taken into custody for allegedly crossing into Viet Nam's territorial waters. While his friends were allowed to go free last fall, Mathers was charged with spying and held for almost nine months in solitary confinement...
...atmosphere at the WoodenBoat School is relaxed. Students spend their after-class hours playing softball and drinking enough beer to float a schooner. But before that, they put in solid workdays in a shop redolent with the smell of fresh-cut cedar. Students pick up their tools by 8 each morning and, except for an hour-long lunch break, do not put them away until after 4 each afternoon. No one complains about the hours. "I love it; it gives me such a sense of satisfaction," says Cullen. "When I fitted my first plank, I felt like singing the Marseillaise...