FOREST AND STREAM. 
[June 15, 190?- 
942 
Ocean race for sailing yachts, New York to Bermu 
First Class—From 50 to 90 feet racing length, any ri 
da, under the management of the Brooklyn Y. C„ New R°chelleY C and Royal Bermuda Y. C. 
g. Prize, the Maier cup. Course, 650 nautical miles. Start, 10.35 A. JVl., June o, lw(. 
Club. 
Name. Ft In. Ft. In. Ft. In. Ft In. Sqdt l^L^anT C.H. A^'Morss.Corinthian of Mass.. 
Dervish .85 0 5 b U _....Schooner .Manson and Nuen.Rochester .. 
v nS fk a .S4 0 56 0 19 3 8 0 3400_Schooner-F. D. Lawley-H. Doscher.New Rochelle . 
N. oi a tjo 5 20 0 12 10 5400_Schooner_J. R. Maxwell-F. Thompson .Brooklyn . 
Shamrock . 45 b 15 0 10 2 3000_Schooner_F. D . Lawley-W. C. Towen.Brooklyn . 
.n 29 b 13 0 8 0 __Sloop.E. Burgess.W. J. Meyer.St. Georges . 
Flamingo . 9 a __ Yawl .W. H. Fleming.Brooklyn .. 
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3:20 P. M., June 10. Zinita lost nearly six hours by delay at start. 
.L. 
Allowance. 
Passage. 
Correct’d 
84 
1 30 00 
91 50 0 O 
90 20 00 
86 
Allows 
117 02 00 
117 02 OO 
83 
2 15 00 
122 55 OO 
96 31 OO 
83 
2 15 00 
105 25 CO 
103 10 00 
74 
9 00 OO 
67 
14 15 00 
60 
19 30 00 
52 
25 30 00 
122 01 00 
96 31 00 
53 
24 45 00 
Flamingo formerly sloop Trochilis. 
Second Class—All under 50ft. racing length any rig. 
Hyperion .48 9 37 0 14 0 7 0 
Lila .40 0 30 0 13 0 5 4 — 
Zena . .36 6 27 6 10 6 .7 9 826 
Hyperion finished 2:51 P. M., June 9; Lila, 6.-5 P. 
inside of the line filled away and came close 
under the stern of the committee boat. Com¬ 
modore H. A. Morss’s schooner Dervish, also 
well timed, came down with a quartering wind 
so close, it was questionable whether he would 
get between the committee boat and Hyperion 
or not, with the yawl Lila and sloop Zena (the 
little Bermudian) close on the heels of Dervish. 
Hyperion got across the line a length in the 
lead at 10:35:20, Dervish next at 10:35:26, Lila 
at 10:36:28, with Zena almost neck and neck 
at 10:36:30. Tammany, schooner, and Zena, 
also to windward inshore, came across the line 
close under the committee boat at 10:36:40 and 
10:37:02 respectively. Priscilla came about and 
stood across the leeward end of the line next at 
10:38:00. Then the little schooner Mist, the 
yawl Flamingo and the cutter Isolt came across. 
Mist, stepping out ahead of the other two, 
crossed at 10:38:25. Flamingo and Isolt both 
needing more wind to do themselves justice 
crossed it 10:40:00 and 10:40:02, Isolt coming up 
and passing ahead of Flamingo. Shamrock was 
the last to cross, as Priscilla had done, down 
near the dory at the leeward end of the line at 
10:40:15. 
It was a very exciting five minutes. The 
yachts many of them rounded close under the 
stern of the doubled-decked committee launch, 
from which words of encouragement were 
shouted to friends on the contesting boats as 
mainsheets were flattened in, jib sheets trimmed, 
the men at the wheels having their eyes and 
hands full to see and guide their craft' clear of 
the surrounding boats. Flamingo broke out and 
set a sort of square-headed sprittopsail. Pris¬ 
cilla’s mfen in two groups—one at the fore 
mast and one at the main—bent their backs 
mastheading that immense piece of canvas 
known as a main topmast staysail, but nick¬ 
named fisherman’s staysail from the fondness 
that class of seamen have of carrying it. Some¬ 
times one would be" watching Dervish trying to 
weather the yawl Hyperion by a pilot’s luff, 
and just as one’s nerves were strung to see the 
outcome of such a maneuver, a photographer 
would raise up an immense box camera and that 
was all there was to be seen. 
Cameras were snapping like rapid fire guns 
all around one. The shouting of encouragement 
such as, “Oh! look at George!" “Go it Com¬ 
modore; good luck to you!” “Hurrah! for the 
little Zena!” “Good for you old man—good for 
you!” “Pin it on to them!” and then a fellow, 
surrounded by a group of fascinating femininity, 
would hail some outward-bound friend with the 
remark, “Oh! don’t you wish you were here, 
old man?” 
Such cheering and calling rolled away to lee¬ 
ward like a cloud of smoke from the rapid fire 
cameras, and then every one watched the fast 
disappearing fleet of sails. 
A launch took several loads of passengers 
ashore. Then, getting up anchor, the judges’ 
boat started to cut cross lots across the bay to 
head off the fleet at Sandy Hook. The wind 
being dead ahead, they had to stand way off by 
West Bank Light into Raritan Bay on the 
port tack, and then come out again on the star¬ 
board tack past the hook with a strong flood 
tide to buck. 
There was no sea at all to speak of, but 
naturally crossing the tail end of the Roamer 
Shoal several big swells sent the launch pitching 
and rolling pretty heavily, and those on the roof 
Prize, the Three Clubs’ cup. Course, 650 nautical miles. Start, 10:35 A. 
....Yawl.L. Huntington... F. Maier .New Rochelle .. 
_Yawl.Small Bros.R. D. Floyd.Brooklyn ....... 
....Sloop.H. Masters .D. R. W. Borrows.Royal Bermuda 
M., June 9. 
M., June 5, 1907. 
... 49 Allows 
... 40 6 45 00 
.... 36 9 45 00 
100 16 OO 
103 50 00 
IOO 16 00 
97 05 00 
made tripods of themselves to keep their foot¬ 
ing or backed up against the railing and 
munched sandwiches and smoked, while some 
of the fair ones paid their fare to Neptune. 
Nearing the Hook, Dervish was made out lead¬ 
ing the fleet close under the beach, followed by 
the yawl Hyperion still closer to shore, keeping 
out of the tide as much as possible. The 
schooner Tammany, about a mile to leeward of 
Dervish, with Zurah and Shamrock closely fol¬ 
lowing her a quarter of a mile astern of 
Hyperion. The tug Moran, with Mr. Thompson 
aboard, was following his schooner Shamrock 
to leeward, and Commodore Benedict’s Oneida 
followed near Dervish and Hyperion. As these 
boats passed us we could see Shamrock over¬ 
hauling Zurah, both of them lifting out well for¬ 
ward and sending a bed of white suds scattering 
under their bows as they came down. I he wind, 
if anything, was a trifle lighter than at the start, 
not over 8 to 10 miles an hour, I should say. 
Shamrock was the only schooner carrying a 
main topmast staysail, Priscilla having taken 
hers in again. 
Turning back and running in by Sandy Hook 
the committee boat met the yawl Lila, the only 
one which started in last year’s race, to wind¬ 
ward and leading the little Bermuda sloop Zena. 
Just before we passed Zena the big, high-sided 
ocean steamship Bermudian, bound to the island 
the same as the yachts were, swept past, a 
mountain of energy. Her decks, crowded with 
passengers, many of whom were the wives and 
friends of the men sailing on the racers, going 
out to join them when they arrived. Three great 
hoarse, vibrating roars from her whistle were 
given as a salute by this steam monster to the 
tinj^ cockleshell of a racer, Zena, which dipped 
her little fluttering blue ensign three times in 
reply; and then came the deluge, as the com¬ 
mittee boat met the swell of the liner. 
Mist, Isolt, Flamingo and Priscilla, with only 
just enough wind to stem the tide, were still 
in the bay crawling out past the Hook when we 
lost sight of them. But later reports from the 
tug, which accompanied them to sea, says, that 
in a squall the racers went through, and which 
caused the shower in the city that afternoon, 
Shamrock gained on Dervish, and though still 
to leeward, was up about neck and neck with 
her. 
Just before the committee launch sailed, some 
excitement was caused by Mr. Hyman Cohen, 
owner of the cutter Zinita, coming aboard 
clothed in a long rubber coat, from a launch 
and announcing that his navigator had refused 
to sad and at the last moment taken the dinghy 
and the yacht’s papers and rowed ashore. They 
having no other boat, were helpless until this 
launch put Mr. Cohen aboard the committee 
boat. He was in anything but a cheerful frame 
of mind, and therefore was compelled to sail 
around a spectator to a race in which he had 
spent several hundred dollars to prepare for, 
besides the time and care of getting ready. So 
when , the committee launch reached the 
Brooklyn Y. C. pier again the balance of 
Zinita’s crew were nearly dancing jigs of joy 
on the float in their sea boots and oil coats. 
“Come on! come on! hurry up, Captain! 
We’ve found a navigator!” Capt. Lawson says 
he’ll go!” 
Reporters, committee and Zinita’s crew formed 
an excited bunch of men, learning and telling 
all the particulars. Just what was the cause of 
Capt. Muller’s desertion was unexplainable. 
“He said the reef points were not in the sail, 
remarked one of the Zinita’s crew. One of the 
paid crew was drunk was another reason at¬ 
tributed to his desertion. The boat was unsea¬ 
worthy was another and some said cold feet. 
Of course there are always two sides to a story; 
the captain’s is yet to be heard. But his action 
certainly put Zinita’s owner in a hole. 
It was 4:20 P. M. when Zinita with her new 
navigator. Capt. Lawson, started to try to over¬ 
haul the racing fleet before they reached Ber¬ 
muda. 
Yachting prophets may predict a decline in 
the sport, but the live yachtsman who endeavors 
to take in all the events that are transpiring thick 
and fast about New York waters will hardly 
agree with them. 
Here in one week two of the most interest¬ 
ing and important events in yachting history 
have occurred. The Bermuda race for sailing 
yachts, in which twelve yachts started, the larg¬ 
est of which was under 90ft., and the Bermuda 
race for power boats, where but two boats ap¬ 
peared to run the same course. 
For those whose time or inclinations prevent 
participation in such lengthy contests, local club 
races are numerous. About every second day 
throughout the summer there is a race some¬ 
where in the vicinity, and on Saturdays and holi¬ 
days five or six races are sailed. 
Only last Saturday, on Long Island Sound, there 
were forty yachts strung out between Matinicock 
Point and Execution Light in the Manhasset 
Bay Y. C.’s spring regatta and sailing about, as 
spectators, were fully half as many more, not 
counting about two dozen power boats, and add¬ 
ing to the beauty of this marine picture about a 
dozen east bound coasting schooners whose dark 
canvas contrasted strongly with the white sails 
of the yachts. And on Gravesend Bay, for those 
yachtsmen who live in that locality, the Brooklyn 
Y. C.’s opening race brought out fifteen racers, 
while the spectators were over twice as numer¬ 
ous and the variety much greater, as here one 
can see everything from a dory, catboat, put-put 
launch, south side smack and racing yacht to 
the large outward board coasting schooners, shins 
and transatlantic liners bound out the ship 
channel in the distance. 
« 8> St 
Lloyd’s Register of Yachts, for 1907-08, has 
just arrived at this office and represents the Ai 
class of book building, fully up to its preceding 
copies in former years, put out by Lloyd’s. _ It 
is a complete record of all yachts and some idea 
of the extent of its scope can be realized when 
we say there are 1,728 private signals alone 
printed in colors, the complete signal code and 
all the yacht club flags. 
There is an interesting table on page 74 which 
shows there were 1,309 yachts built in the United 
Kingdom, 104 in the Colonies, 50 in Belgium and 
Holland, 12 in Denmark, 154 in France, etc. Be¬ 
sides thousands of yachts’ names, dimension, 
owner, size, etc., making it a book indispensable 
for yachtsmen. Price, $7-50. 
W * « 
In speaking of Class Q boats last week we 
made the error of attributing Soya and Spider 
to Mr. Gielow. They were designed by the firm 
of Tams, Lemoine & Crane, not Mr. Gielow. 
