
FOREST AND STREAM. 





_ VACIAITIIN 










Motor Boat Show. 
| THE web-footed fraternity that used to paddle 
nto Madison Square Garden each winter, to see 
‘ie latest fashions in boats, in motors, in lamps 
ind, in fact, everything pertaining to motor 
joats, will this December square away the main 
oom and go scudding for the Grand Central 
jalace, where the Motor Boat Show will be held 
Inder the auspices of the National Association 
if Engine and Boat Manufacturers, the Ameri- 
in Association of Engine and Boat Manu- 
cturers, and the New England Engine and 
}oat Association, and these comprise all the 
fief makers of motor boats, either for pleasure 
|r commercial purposes. The palace will be 
ore elaborately decorated than at any previous 
how, and the whole place will have a nautical 
‘fect, the building being eminently fitted for 
ich a display. It is believed that the whole 
jow will be a revelation to the New York 
tblic. 
!The show will be held this year from Dee. 
| to 14, and it promises to be the largest and 
Jost interesting of the kind ever held. As it 
the only national show sanctioned for this 
\ty, the demand for space has been so far in 
cess of what was expected, that every inch of 
dor space in the big palace is likely to be 
led when the doors are thrown open to the 
itblic. 
/The reasons for the greatness of this year’s 
jsplay are many. All the leading improved 
lpes of motors, the latest designs in hulls and 
je newest accessories will be on exhibition, for 
je representative boat builders, engine builders, 
}d makers of accessories from all over the 
nited States will be represented. 


Trenor L. Park Dies. 
TreNor L. Park, vice-president of the Ameri- 
la Trading Company, No. 348 Broadway, died 
cently in the New York Hospital of dropsy. 
)s death came after a prolonged illness. 
Mr. Park was taken from.his home, No. 17 
jst Sixty-third street, some weeks ago to the 
ispital, where an operation was performed. 
|te was commodore of the American Y. C. and 
|s an ardent devotee of the sport. He was a 
mber of the Metropolitan and New York yacht 
bs and was well known in the business, social 
1 club life of New York. He was forty-seven 
irs old and is survived by a widow and one 
Id. 

Deserted. 
CHE waters of Long Island Sound to-day are 
different in appearance from what they were 
nonth ago. A cold, forbidding, gray sky, a 
y strip of land to mark the Long Island 
re, and even the mainland melts into a color- 
3 mass, while overhead a sky of the same 
y tint is mirrored in the sea. No white, 
stening yacht sails are in sight, but far over 
vard the opposite shore the dark sails of a 
ded schooner stand out like a blot against 
land. 
. flock of ducks with long outstretched necks 
try away across the Sound, startled from 
1e cove alongshore by the hunters after them 
luck boats or sunk batteries. 
he Sound. now that the hundreds of pleasure 
hts are laid up, looks barren, seems to be 
ice as large as before and reminds one of a 
ant school yard which one has been used to 
ng full of happy, frolicking children. 

HE Class QO boat, building at Jacob’s yard at 
Island, from designs by C. D. Mower, is 
iked up and shows a very handsome sheped 
4 

How Harry Rounded the Mark. 
Ir was the last race of the year, late in the 
season when most of the clubs were cold and 
deserted. But the club Harry belonged to never 
gets cold. Enthusiasm there is its greatest 
asset. So in a biting cold October wind a half 
dozen small sloops started in a club race. Harry 
was the regatta committee, but his. enthusiasm 
compelled him to sail one of the contestants. 
He had had all the instructions printed. dis- 
tributed, ete., laid out each signal and _ left 
minute instruction with a man at the club how 
to fire the gun and just which flag to hoist. 
So_ when the starting gun boomed, off went 
the Clytie, with Harry a sunbeam of happiness. 
minutes ahead of his rivals. It was a reach out 
to Throgg’s Neck, then a run off before the 
wind to Stepping Stone Light, which formed the 
turning point in the course, and back. 
At the Neck Clytie was leading by nearly 
half a mile and dimples shone in Harry’s cheeks. 
The mainsail was jibed to starboard and the 
spinnaker in the rapid time of twelve minutes 
finally set and drawing to port. Harry reaches 
back to his hip pocket, and. not to lose a sec- 
ond by unattentive steering, hands a programme 
to his mate and asked him to see which way the 
mark was to be turned. 
“All marks are to be left to starboard,” reads 
the mate from the printed instructions. 
“Are you sure? Make no mistake 
cautioned Harry. 
“Here it is plain as the nose on your face,” 
and his mate read again, “All marks are to be 
left to starboard.” 
So the boat was edged away, jibed over, 
spinnaker gathered in and sheets trimmed as 
Clytie came around the Stepping Stone Light 
and started to beat back home. 
On the way they passed another boat running 
out, and as they did so, one of her crew shouts, 
“Hey! Harry! go back and round the light—you 
turned the wrong way!” 
“Oh, I guess not!” said Harry; and he should 
have known, for wasn’t he the regatta com- 
mittee? 
The fellows on the other boat looked at their 
instructions and shouted again: ‘Our instruc- 
tions read all marks are to be left to port.” 
So Harry pulls out the instructions again and 
hands it to his mate, “Look again and see how 
those instructions read.” 
“All marks to starboard,” was the reply. 
Just at this point Harry, feeling for his to- 
bacco, pulls another paper out of his hip pocket. 
It is a copy of the instructions for this race. 
For a second he turned pale. ‘“Let’s see the 
date on those instructions.” That was enough— 
a grand tableau resulted, and Clytie went back 
again around the light. Harry had been sailing 
by an old set of instructions and his mistake 
lost Clytie the race. She came in seven minutes 
behind the leader. What they did to Harry, if 
you can't imagine, I shall not tell; but he got 
his all right! 
now!” 

Madge’s Captain. 
Mr. Joun Hystor, who is too well known to 
all yachtsmen to need any introduction, has cor- 
rected us in a statement made in our Oct, 19 
iss'e relative to Madge’s captain. 
It was Cantain Robert Duncan who had charge 
of Madge, John Barr handling Clara, according 
to Mr. Hyslop, who certainly knows, for he was 
there. We thank Mr. Hyslop for his correction. 

Mr. W. H. Jouns, Bayside, L. I., has pur- 
chased the launch Venture from Rochester parties 
and brought her down to New York waters 
through the canal and Hudson, Venture is a 
50-footer with 25 horsepower Globe engine. 


They Do it Fer Fun. 
[ NEVER did pretend to know 
one of those motor boats and would no more 
think of investigating their mysteries than | 
would meddle with the hind feet of a mule: both 
are kickers. But one day I was caught off my 
guard by the consoling influence of a good din 
ner and a good cigar, and like a child IL allowed 
myself to be coaxed into getting aboard a long 
narrow launch about 6o0ft. long, named Sky- 
blower SL Vie } 
There were several men on the dock, and all 
jumped aboard and shoved the boat away just 
too far for me to jump back, as I was later 
tempted to do, and yet not so far but what I 
was kept tantalizingly computing about the length 
of a jump it would be. 
Out of the whole sixty feet there was about 
fifteen feet fit for a man to stand in, the rest 
was round on top, so one slid like on ice when 
he tried to walk on it. Sections of this round 
top the men proceeded to lift up, one edge being 
hinged like a box cover, and there was the most 
complicated looking metallic centipede I ever 
saw. Brass knobs, steel rods, bolts, nuts and a 
network of small copper tubes bent like snakes 
round and round, all leading up to a little sort 
of cash register at one side. Then there were 
about a hundred black thick wires all wound 
round and round and led to a black box on the 
side of the boat. 
anything about 
I discreetly stood well away from. this thing 
until three of the men got their overalls on. Then 
something must have been wrong, for two of 
them put a long iron wrench on to a wheel or 
nut or something and had to turn it with all 
their strength. Gee! how those fellows did puff. 
When they had wound this thing up about four 
or five times I thought they had burst it. for 
bang! it went off like a cannon and I jumped 
clear off the floor. When I landed again I heard 
a buzzer that sounded like a telephone at work. 
They turned the thing over a little more and that 
stopped that. 
The next turn they gave made me think of 
the time I once wound a clock up too hard and 
the whole blamed mainspring burst with a deuce 
of a noise. Well, this was like that clock: they 
must have burst it, for something let go with 
about a thousand explosions a minute and the 
din it made, made the whole boat rattle and 
shake, made my teeth chatter, so I had to bite 
my teeth hard together, and then my ear drums 
rattled so I was most deaf. 
The whole boat shook. The water all around 
her was shaken into waves, like the boat had the 
ague. Pop! bang! rattle, rattle, rattle! Pop! 
bang! a pack of fire crackers was not a mark 
to that noise, and every time the heavy bang 
went off a round ring of smoke went shootine 
up into the pure blue sky turning inside out 
time and time again. 
They dropped the big wrench and did_ their 
best, all three of these men, to stop the infernal 
racket they had created, and though they helped 
it a little I still had to clinch my teeth hard and 
wish I was ashore again. I was not scared. oh 
no! 
“She’s getting too much juice,” shouted one 
man into the other’s ears as another black ring 
of smoke shot np toward the sun, but they 
seemed no more afraid than a keeper walking 
around in a lion’s den. They even put. their 
hands on the blamed thing as indifferent as 
could be. 
The captain, the fellow who had induced me 
aboard, climbed over the slippery deck into a 
hole up at the front. I got tired then and was 
looking for a place to sit down when he rang 
a bell, the fellow by the engine did something, 
I don’t know what. for I landed about five feet 
back on the seat of my pants minus my hat and 

