Some in grease and some in bathing suits, some young, some old, all fat, all strong, all more or less indistinguishable as to sex and features, surrounded by tug boats, press boats, ferryboats, launches, shouted at by coaches, fed by trainers, 96 able swimmers got into the cold water at Catalina Island, one day last week and turned their numerous, goggled, and determined faces toward the unseen California mainland, 2 miles away. Day faded. Light came out on the shore. Now an then on the bow of a tug a trainer lit a...
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