Cocky little boats with pale sails, maneuvering this way and that on quiet water like a fleet of river butterflies, swerved at the sound of a gun and passed between a committee yacht and a red buoy, putting out of Larchmont harbor into Long Island Sound. They were the interclub sloops (Marconi-rigged yachts, 19½ feet on the water line), the new racing boats; and their appearance meant that the yacht-racing season had begun again in Eastern waters. Soon the boats of the other classes —the graceful, low-leaning “S” boats with their big spread of canvas, the shorter “Victory” boats (single-masted crafts with self-bailing cockpits, easy to handle in rough weather), the midget “Fish” and “Star” classes, 15-footers in which yachtmen’s young sons and younger daughters dabble and pull ropes and get wet—soon these, and all the other bright pleasure craft of the Sound will be brought out of boathouses and moored at the ends of private jetties, ready for summer racing. Bronzed Captain “Juggy” Nelson, who was in charge of the races, said that he liked the new sloops. One called the Bandit, owned by Samuel Wetherill, crossed the line first; the Ardelle, with the water boiling under her side, won in the “R” class. . . .
Similarly on yachting waters elsewhere in the U. S.
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