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...natural. Professor Seward liked to say that he chose them for "the salt in their veins"; they in turn called him "the Skipper." The son and grandson of sea captains, Skipper Seward had come to know as much about ships as any man could. He had stood on the deck of the German-built Leviathan on its trial run after World War I, had been called in to advise on the raising of the Normandie. He was special wartime consultant to Navy Secretary Frank Knox, reorganized the curriculum of the U.S. Coast Guard Academy at New London...
...years at Yale, he taught thousands of students (12,035 by his own careful log) how to be seawise as naval architects, engineers and shipping-line executives. His classroom itself was a ship, with the Skipper forward on his bridge, pounding the deck until class was over and it was time for all hands to go ashore. Last week, at 64, the Skipper announced that he would soon set the telegraph for good at "Finished Engines," and retire. Without him, Yale thought, it would give no more courses in naval architecture and marine engineering...
...tidal wave off the Patagonian coast, spent weeks beating his way through the Strait of Magellan and fighting off marauding Tierra del Fuego Indians. One night, glassy-eyed from lack of sleep and unable to stand watch any longer, he went below for rest-after sprinkling the deck with carpet tacks that had been brought along for just such an emergency. The barefooted Fuegians came aboard at midnight. Reported the laconic Slocum: "The savages thought they 'had me,' sloop and all, but changed their minds when they stepped on deck...
...left his flat in Cheyne Walk, Chelsea (Expatriate Henry James used to live in the flat just below), wearing an impeccable dark blue suit and carrying a tightly rolled umbrella, walked one block to the No, 49 bus stop. When the bus came, he mounted to the upper deck, unfolded his London Times to the crossword puzzle, and fell...
Then a vicious right put Roach down for a count of nine. Even Manhattan's bloodthirsty boxing fans seemed to sense what was about to happen and began yelling: "Stop it! Stop it!" Referee Frank Fullam did stop it-after another punch had sent Roach sprawling to the deck. By then it was too late...