Last week, the mother of the President, Mrs. James Roosevelt, well wrapped against a cold north wind, drove from Hyde Park 25 miles up the Hudson to the estate of her friend, Poultney Bigelow. There she carefully picked her way with her rubber-shod cane to the river's shore to break a bottle of champagne over as queer a craft as has been launched in U. S. waters for many a day. For 12 of his 46 years Captain William Sallston, Isthmian Lines skipper, dreamed of sailing the globe in his own craft—alone. Most...
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