Many a gallon of blue blood coursed through the veins of a snooty party delicately sipping tea one afternoon last week on the trim lawns of the Royal Yacht Squadron at Cowes. Here and there a peer, dangling a strawberry, gazed into the middle distance for a patch of white canvas against the blue of The Solent. In full swing was the Squadron's regatta.
The atmosphere of the R. Y. S. is more nearly that of a cathedral than of a club. Founded in 1815 by London yachtsmen "to promote seamanship and the improvement...
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