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Marion, Commodore Stone’s new schooner, 
stands an excellent chance of winning this year. 
By the time the yachting season commences 
two new yachts will have been finished and will 
be in commission. Harry Anderson has a sloop 
in course of construction that will be one of the 
largest on the bay, being about 60 feet in 
length. Harry Brindle, who formerly owned 
the sloop Neva, of the San Francisco Y. C., is 
having a new racer built, and this is expected 
to prove a speedy craft. There will be need of 
new boats and newly tuned up boats next sea¬ 
son, for word comes from Los Angeles that 
Joe Pugh, of the South Coast Y. C. is intend¬ 
ing to make another visit to this bay next 
summer with the fixed determination of taking 
the perpetual challenge cup back with him in 
Mah-Pe. He feels that he was handicapped this 
season with a new boat and an inexperienced 
crew, and with a year’s experience expects to 
be able to do much better next time. 
Motor boating is becoming more and more 
of a factor in the local sporting line, but, 
happily to say, not at the expense of yachting. 
Indeed, the more this branch of sport grows 
here the more attention is paid to sailing craft, 
doubtless due to the increased attention that is 
attracted to water sports in general. One of he 
finest trophies ever seen here has just been 
presented to the San Francisco Y. C. by 
Frederick A. Robbins, owner of the power boat 
Lillian. The cup is to be a perpetual trophy 
cup, and is to be raced for once a year, provid¬ 
ing there is any challenge forthcoming. The 
cup is to be raced for by boats belonging to any 
recognized boat clubs around San Francisco 
Bay or on tributary waters, providing the club 
has a membership of twenty-five. To be 
eligible boats must have a load waterline of 
more than 25 feet and not more than 50 feet, 
and must have a cabin, sleeping and cooking 
accommodations for at least two persons and 
must be equipped according to the regulations 
of the United States Government. Internal 
combustion motors will be the only propelling 
power allowed. The rules and regulations of 
the American Motor Boat Association will be 
the official rules of the race. The course of the 
race has already been laid out and will always 
be the same. The start will be made in front of 
the club house of the San Francisco Y. C. at 
Sausalito, thence to and around the South¬ 
ampton Shoals Lighthouse, leaving same to the 
starboard hand, and thence to finishing line in 
front of the club house. The course is esti¬ 
mated to be 11 nautical miles in length. 
The Yarn of < e Early Bird. 
Concluded from page 626. 
Nothing like it was ever done in these de¬ 
generate days, and if any incautious junior 
ventured upon a recital of recent exploits, he 
was certain to be eclipsed by a story from the 
old chap, dated back at least a score of years, 
and usually connected with the Rivet, that 
ancient iron cutter which came to Lake On¬ 
tario in eighteen fifty something, and lasted 
unti well on into the nineties. The plates of 
the Rivet were rolled on the Clyde, at a time 
when iron hulls were still something of a 
curiosity; her garboards were of extra thick 
plates, to serve as ballast, a curious anticipation 
of the use of outside ballast, which was eventu¬ 
ally to revolutionize yachting. Wonderful 
things happened on the Rivet, according to this 
very senior member, and we could not doubt a 
man who was almost the father of the club, and 
a gentleman of the old school. Besides, his old 
chums had all died or resigned, and there was 
no one to contradict him. 
Another of the group was Courtenay, a per¬ 
fect dictionary of information about rules, 
measurements and yacht architecture; a man 
who read all the yachting papers, and usually 
disagreed with the editorial writers. As we 
came in he was explaining to a listless audience 
that the Seawanhaka rule was simple and ef¬ 
ficient, and that by adding the square root of 
something, and dividing by the cube root of 
something else, it would prevent—I forgot what. 
Ferhaps Courtenay found our entrance a con¬ 
venient occasion for breaking ofif in his long 
discourse, for he stopped to inquire, “What are 
you fellows doing?” 
“Going for a cruise Saturday.” 
“Bless me!” said the senior member, “I never 
heard of such a thing. On the old Rivet we 
never went cruising before April.” 
This was crushing; in undertaking something 
that had never been attempted on the Rivet, 
we were clearly violating the ethics of club 
sailing, and we might have been severely lec¬ 
tured on the spot, or punished with another 
ancient yarn, had not the senior member 
brought down his fist on the table with so 
much emphasis as to ring the call-bell, used for 
summoning Tom, the steward. No sooner did 
that worthy man show his face at the door than 
the crowd began to laugh; the joke was on the 
senior member, who covered his confusion 
gracefully in the only possible way, by asking 
what we would have to drink. 
“But it’s too early to go for a cruise,” he 
insisted; “take my advice, and don’t run need¬ 
less risks. Still, I admire your spirit, and if I 
were twenty years younger, I might want to 
join you. But, we may have a snowstorm to¬ 
morrow, and the best place for a yacht is on the 
bank.” 
When Saturday morning came, I looked up 
the weather forecast with unusual interest. It 
promised a good deal; winds southerly to 
easterly, freshening; rising temperature, fol¬ 
lowed by rain. Well, that settled our course; 
we would go east and meet the freshening gale 
half way. When we cleared the harbor on 
Saturday afternoon, it was quite cool enough 
for sailing, but not really cold. The sun shone 
brightly, making the turbid bay take on a better 
appearance; while out in the lake the clear blue 
was in evidence, a welcome reminder of sum¬ 
mer days past and to come. What if the shores 
were fringed with ice, and the island a desolate 
patch of sand, dotted with leafless trees and 
deserted summer cottages? There is an eternal 
freshness about the good old lake, and it never 
looks more charming than on the occasion of 
the first cruise after the winter’s imprisonment 
behind brick walls. 
We really had an excellent sail, getting to 
Frenchman’s Bay by six o’clock, and finding the 
shoals still covered with ice, although there 
was a clear channel up to the wharf at the old 
storehouse, and here we made fast. A hot 
supper was never more welcome, and by the 
time we had cleared up and replenished the 
galley fire for the evening, we felt particularly 
well pleased with _ ourselves, and uncommonly 
lazy. In fact, by nine o’clock we had practically 
turned in for the night, and were too indolent 
to make more than a pretence of undressing. 
Some one said, “Douse the glim,” and the 
rest was silence. 
A gentle thump, and then another, some¬ 
thing rubbing against the side; the dinghy? 
No; we had secured that carefully before dark. 
Mr. Billy Baritone will favor us. Oh, yes, you 
can, Billy—take a drink. Drill ye Tarriers. Go 
it, old man! And Billy begins that absurd lyric. 
I follow it carefully, and notice that Billy is in 
good voice; he approaches the climax; bang! 
that silly old bit of stage business that is sup¬ 
posed to represent a dynamite explosion. But 
Billy has vanished without waiting for the ap¬ 
plause. This is no smoking concert, and the 
crew is striking a light. What’s up? Well, we 
are still half asleep, and yet very wide awake. 
The hatch is slid back, and I poke my nose 
into the chilly air. A full moon is sloping to 
the west, and by its light we see Frenchman’s 
Bay covered with loose ice, mostly afloat, but 
some of it is piling up on the shoals. In a 
general way we are clear of the mess, but a few 
loose cakes are dodging about the Early Bird. 
It is easy enough to fend them ofif with a pike 
pole, but who wants the job, at four a. m. on a 
cold spring morning? By moving the yacht a 
hundred feet along the dock, we shall be clear 
of the drift, and having done so, we roused 
the galley fire, and indulge in something hot. 
Then back to our bunks and, thank goodness, it 
is no worse. 
Sometime about eight o’clock, we turned out 
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