In countless shipyards along the snow blown coast, yachts are perched on stanchions like huge huddled birds, shivering, waiting for spring. Yachtsmen puff their pipes solemnly at home, telling stories, wagering on races before summer winds. Yachtsmen pore over specifications, they telephone brokers, they enviously peruse stories in the newspapers of other yachtsmen building palaces that float. Last week arrived in New York the Savarona, longest motor yacht in the world, built at Wilmington, Del., for Mrs. Richard M. Cadwalader, of Philadelphia. Experts, friends, reporters...
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