Life — September 10, 1891 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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“LUPE: HIS FORMULA, ILE, was built after his own design, as he had original and_ peculiar notions of wh. yacht should be, “Taxing sail area and load water line.” said he, and muttiply- ing the former by the latter, after deducting the wetted surface of the transversemidship section, gives a for- which I embodied, as near as possible, intothe pra tical development of a boat that is sure to mula have succeed, as well as rev olutionize the yacht- ing world. Fife, Burgess, Hereschoff, and Noah have all done fairly well, but if this don't close them no faith to be put in formulas.” So he multiplied, subtracted, and divided, swore a little, said the Bostons beat the New out there is Yorks, and—zot the following SA LOWoL. AX Lee Scuppors — 8 a LYS “+ Hence,” said he, ‘* Noflysonme,”—hence his boat. She was seven feet on the water line, and one hundred and sixt feet three inches over all, including both overhangs, and a back piazza. Her draught was,—well, that depended upon circumstances, as she was constructed on the iron shutter pnnciple, thus enabling her to glide with ease over the shallowest mud flat, or to kick up a dust in a fifty foot channel. Her mast was a single stick of Oregon sassafras, two hundred and six feet from deck to hounds (when the latter were not fox hunting), and her boom, built in sections, on the installment plan, was of indefinite length, while her bowsprit, constructed on the vestibule train system, enabled her to accommodate sixty men on it, when gather- in the folds of her balloon jib, without change, and absolutely (ree from dust. ° * * Thirty-seven yachts entered for the cup race of the ** Seawanamaker Rase-ball and Yachting Club,” and they were all bunched around buoy 723, awaiting the signal gun from the flagship ** Polyanthus,” to start, It was a triangular course, first a thrash to windward, then a long leg, wind free—to anyone who could get it—finally as many dead beats home as there were beats. ‘There was a good breeze blowing from the East by North, Sou'east by Sou’ a little East, with every prospect of its freshening, and the tide was about two-thirds ebb, with a slight dash of flood in it—just enough to make it fizz. Bang ! went the gun from the ** Polyanthus.” line, asthe thirty-seven yachts went over as one man. But look! The * Noflysonme” goes over stern first You ain't in it” shouts Jenkins, on the *Jewhitiana'"—as he luffs up under the chain plates of his rival But he was, all the same.‘ Reverse ship,” said he, spinning his Wheel round at the rate of four-hundred revolutions to the minute ; “this is where my formu The *Noflysonme” was constructed on the patent double-cnd- cylindrical-back-action-reversible system, and before the judges could Not a break in the Eyes right comes in. 133 focus their marine glasses, she was closhauled, trimmed down flat, and was eating her way up to windward of the whole fleet, blanketing one after an sin it” She made the first leg of the wian beating her rival, the ** Jewhitia within ten miles of her, 4 min} for a home run—dead reckoning, © in 16 minutes 3274 seconds that 5978 seconds, and as she round ."" the only boat could the stake boat, jibed her mainsail over to port, and broke out of stops her immense silk three-ply spinnaker, and her second best balloon jib. The immediate effect of this sp very old yachtsmen rub their eyes and ad of canvas was such as to make call to the steward to She rose complotely out of water, and, skimming along “open nother bottle, over the crest of the seas, her keel, which had been drawn up to its minimum, just touching the tips of the waves, sent up clouds of iridescent and scintillating spray, giving her the appearance of a shooting star, seen by daylight. Ni ing could stop her, and the log reeled off seventy knots an hour, ‘It's my formula that is doing the business,” said he, and at this rate we'll get round the world before the fleet gets to the light-ship.” * Excuse me, cap'n,” said the second assistant third mate, hang- ing on to the gaff topsail top gallant back stay, for all he was worth, “+ Excuse me, sir; reck’n you'd better take in the spinnaker, sir, or she'll shoot the mark.” * Let her shoot,” said he, with his w to windward, and a smile of satisfact ne. “Let her shoot. | know what I'm about, and I'm goin} show these fellers what my formula will do. Don’t speak to the man the wheel—if you don't want to be ironed. Past the lightship she shot,—took a jump over two barks, an ocean greyhound, and three enormous ice-ber of Ireland,—through the North Sea, Arctic jumped down into Raffin's Bay, took in her spinnaker, hauled flat her ther eve, nin his other eye—the windward whisked by the west coast Ocean, and oth Pe sheets and towels, and as she sped by Cape Cod, set her club topsail and baby jib, No. 16, and with her nose high out of water, ran through the fleet off Sandy Hook, just as they had squared away for the home stake boat, Wherrererer!!! * . . Bang! went the gun on the * Polyanthus,” as the * Noflysonme rushed by ber off Bay Ridge, the winner of the Seawanamaker Cup. He ran her up to East New York, hauled her out on the dry dock, sand-papered her keel, as a few scratches were discovered, probably tact with the North Pole, launched her again, and leisurely ap and had made by ec sailed back to Bay Ridge, mede eve just finished writing a magazine artic bill, when, bang! went the gun for the second boat, the ** How much do you beat us?” shouted Jenkins * Four hours fifty-nine minutes, said he, ** corrected time.” “Great Scott!" “No. Great formula !"—and he smiled—twice. thing snug, took a on tin plate and the McKinley Jewhitiana.” . Orinthian. A RARE EXPERIENCE. OUNG POET : Did you ever reject one of your own articles, Mr. Shears ? Epiror: Yt I rejected one of my own poems once. Y. P.: On what grounds ? Eptror: I didn’t feel that | had enough money back of me to pay me what it was worth, so I rejected it and sent it somewhere else. SABELLE wouldn't yout UNCLE Dick: ISABELLE: UNCLE Dick: If you loved Tom Barry as much as I do ry him, Uncle Dick ? 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