Yachting Fixtures for 1908. 
MAY. 
23. New Rochelle Y. C. 
30. Harlem Y. C., annual. 
30. Indian Harbor Y. C., spring. 
30. Bridgeport Y. C, spring. 
30. Atlantic Y. C. 
JUNE. 
—. Marblehead to Bermuda, sail boats. 
C. Knickerbocker Y. C. 
6 . Bensonhurst Y. C. 
6 . Motor boat race to Bermuda. 
11. South Coast Y. C., San Pedro to Honolulu. 
13. Manhasset Bay Y. C. 
13. Marine and Field Club. 
20. N. Y. A. C., Block Island race. 
20. Atlantic Y. C. 
20. Larchmont Y. C. 
20. N. Y. A. C. motor boat race to Block Island. 
23. Indian Harbor, cruise to New London. 
25. Seawanhaka Cor. Y. C., special. 
26. Seawanhaka Cor. Y. C., special. 
27. Seawanhaka Cor. Y. C., special. 
27. Brooklyn Y. C. 
JULY. 
—. Fall River Y. C., ocean race. 
3. Auxiliary race, Y. R. A. of N. Y. Bay, around L. I. 
3. American Y. C.^ annual. 
4. Larchmont Y. C., annual. 
4. Hartford Y. C., annual. 
4. Atlantic Y. C. 
4. Brooklyn ocean race. 
6 . Motor boat elimination trials. 
11. Riverside Y. C., annual. 
11. Bensonhurst Y. C. 
18. Atlantic Y. C. 
18. Motor boats, Marblehead to New Rochelle. 
18-25. Larchmont Y. C., race week. 
25. New York Canoe Club. 
AUGUST. 
1. Indian Harbor Y. C. 
1. Atlantic Y. C. 
1. International motor boat. 
8 . Horseshoe Harbor Y. C. 
8 : Corinthian of Stamford. 
8 . Bensonhurst Y. C. 
8 . Huguenot V. C. auxiliary sail and power to Strat¬ 
ford Shoal. 
10. Crescent Y. C. of Watertown, Hamilton to Chamont. 
165-mile race, boats up to 46 rating. 
15. Huguenot Y. C. 
15. Bridgeport Y. C. 
15. Hempstead Harbor Y. C. 
15. Atlantic Y. C. % 
22. Boston Y. C., ocean race to Shelburne, N. S.. tor 
motor boats. 
22. Stamford Y. C., annual. 
22. Marine and Field Club. 
22. Motor boats, Boston to Shelburne. N. S. 
22. Binnacle Club. Boston to Shelburne, N. S.. motor 
boats. 
29. American Y. C., summer. 
29. Northport Y. C., annual. 
29. Bensonhurst Y. C. 
SEPTEMBER. 
THE START. 
we got to 92tl street was running like a mill 
race against us. The mark boat was too close 
in to the docks to give us a show at rounding, 
and poor Uno had made two unsuccessful at¬ 
tempts. the tide sweeping them off to leeward 
each time when we tacked inshore, and by a 
streak of lucky wind headed well up and rounded 
the mark first time. 
We could hear the other fellows cuss as we 
squared away before it, going like a steamboat 
up river. We watched Uno and saw her make 
two more attempts before she finally rounded 
and came after us. By that time we had a safe 
lead, being half way to the next mark, and our 
enthusiasm ran high. Barring accidents we had 
him surely beaten. But it is the unexpected that 
always happens. 
The Fort Lee ferry overtook us as we neared 
the west shore, and though we waved frantically 
the big bully insisted on coming right down on 
top of us and crossing our bow, when he could 
just as well have come along to leeward and 
done us no harm. As it was, Rambler, with her 
extremely low bow, ran her nose clear under the 
ferryboat’s swells, and for a few seconds we 
didn’t know whether we were still afloat or sink¬ 
ing. Several swells ran a foot deep over the 
decks, soaking every man of us and filling the 
boat full up to the seats. 
We only had one pail aboard; one man bailed 
with that while the others took hats or hands 
and scooped it out as fast as possible. The 
water was still nearly a foot deep over the floor 
when we got to the mark boat, and had to haul 
on a wind. One man scooped away at it with 
the bucket while the rest of us lay out to wind¬ 
ward, but she was so low in the water she kept 
shipping more about as fast as he could throw 
it out. The boat was heavy and sluggish with 
so much water. 
Our rival was bowling along down wind, and 
before long he was around the second mark 
heading for home like ourselves, only sailing 
faster. 
Oh, how carefully I did sail Rambler. Could 
we hold him astern until the mark was reached? 
It was a question that became more interesting 
every moment. 
It looked as if we would up to a quarter of 
a mile from the finish, when the wind headed 
’1?even«J£. s»ueef. 
us off I knew we were gone, for every time 
we tacked, the water in our boat, scending from 
side to side and for-and-aft in her, made her so 
sluggish she would hardly mind her helm. 
About a hundred feet from the line Lino went 
storming across our bows, winning the race as 
the gun soon announced. 
“Wasn’t that tough luck?” And all due to 
a hoggish steamboat captain. 
We were a half an hour pumping Rambler out 
when we got in to the float, after finishing about 
two minutes behind Uno, but ahead of Roma. 
4. Seawanhaka Y. C., special. 
5. Seawanhaka Y. C. 
5. Hartford Y. C. 
5. New York Athletic Club. 
5. Brooklyn Y. C. 
7. Larchmont Y. C. 
7. Norwalk Y. C. 
7. Sachem’s Head Y. C. 
7. Atlantic Y. C. 
10. Indian Harbor Y. C., sweepstakes championship. 
12. Indian Harbor Y. C., fall. 
12. Crescent Athletic Club. 
19. Larchmont Y. C. 
19. Manhasset Bay Y. C. 
19. Atlantic Y. C. 
26. Handicap Class, annual. 
26. Bensonhurst’Y. C. 
Corinthian Navy, 1890. 
It was blowing southeast hard the day we 
sailed this race, and the last of the ebb tide 
against it kicked up a nasty, high, short sea on 
the Hudson. 
Rambler, our 18ft. catboat was no racer; far 
from it, but we did our best. 
We got the lead at the start from Uno and 
Roma, and close hauled we buffeted the choppy 
sea with lee decks under and water flush with 
the edge of the lee coaming. All hands sat high 
up on the weather edge absorbing the constant 
showers that came over the weather bow. 
From I52d street we had to round a stakeboat 
off 92d street, then one off Fort Lee and home. 
Roma passed us off Manhattanville but did not 
get away very far. The tide turned, and when 
