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others are quick in stays (and tradition says that there 
never was a real foul or protest in the P class). That 
was a close one! ‘The Italia, champion and many times 
Lipton cup winner, has the weather berth and is clear. 
And now six more are scrapping before the line; husky 
and weatherly boats those Bar Harbors and sail car- 
riers—Vera II, Cricket and Leenane fighting it out as 
usual. Some knock down that; and now in a bunch they 
are away, all together at Archer’s Rock; snugged down, 
they are beating to the Graves, with Leenane eating like 
a race horse to windward! 
What a fine fleet of little yachts you say? Yes, those 
are the famous Sonders, a big bunch of ’em; those chaps 
on the windward end of the line are Charlie Adams, 
Commodore Sears, Dick and Ned Boardman, Jack Sal- 
tonstall, Connie Wood and many others, all good sailors. 
That lively one? Yes, Champion Ellen with the Curtis 
tribe, and she goes some! And so for an hour, gun 
after gun, class after class, until in number all records 
are broken and the Corinthian holds a real world’s regatta 
record. 
Now that the race is on we lunch at one of the 
clubs. Most interesting we find the piazza yatchsmen. 
Critical? Yes, more so than a reporter. Hello! another 
gun and Irolita wins; the lighthouse is well worth seeing, 
especially as we shall have a fine view of the racing 
fleet homeward bound. ‘They look different and changed? 
Yes, all sail now running free—ballooners and spinnakers, 
(need more than the three to , wers today to win). 
They seem bunched. Always § \ 
are, somehow! ‘That spar 
just under the lighthouse? 
No, they'll clear; and now - we 
a good luff and class after 
class comes with its win- 
ner. 
Wish we could remain 
over for the illumination 
this evening, and then 
again this is cup night at 
the Corinthian. _Commo- 
dore Wheelock makes a 
dandy speech, but for the 
landsake don’t listen to the 
cup winners; they can sail 
races, but talk? Well! 
Those fine little yachts 
are the German Sonders, 
their owners are quiet 
chaps, but somehow not 
over-confident. 
That bird? Looks like 
a big mosquito—going some 
—Starling Burgess in one 
of his now famous fool- 
proof aeroplanes. Yes, he is 
A Sail Along 
the 
taking the admiral for a flight about the bay. 
Plenty of club life here, plenty of tennis and sport 
and if interested in history and tradition one can well 
spend days; that grizzled old chap will gladly tell you of 
the Chesapeake-Shannon fight of Half-way Rock. 
Those villas nestling among the hills across the bay 
are at Pride’s Crossing and Beverly Farms. We journey 
through Salem, once tamous for its shipping. The finest 
old gardens and exquisite Colonial architecture. A visit 
to the Peabody Institute is well worth while; nowhere 
can be found a better or more interesting collection. Fine 
old families in Salem! Then in a few minutes we arrive 
at Beverly, an industrious and busy place with a govern- 
ment fully alive to the needs of its real industry, namely, 
summer residents. The Montserrat station is, or was, 
the jumping off place before the motor age. The City 
of Beverly has by its natural qualifications, together with 
its economic factors, attracted most desirable people from 
every quarter. Pains are taken to attract and great care 
taken to make the sojourn a pleasant one. The seashore 
is unexcelled, the forests grand and the wood drives 
beautiful; nature has not been tampered with, the owners 
of the beautiful estates preferring the natural, rugged 
beauty to the artificial. ‘he various public utilities are 
well and conservatively managed. One institution stands 
pre-eminent, the Beverly Hospital, supported wholly by 
public subscription; it gives its best and is well and fav- 
orably known for its splendid and efficient surgical de- 
partment. 
We pass Beverly Cove—an ideal spot, Pride’s Cross- 
ing, to Beverly Farms, so well known for many years 
as the residence of the poet Oliver Wendell Holmes. 
Years ago the writer knew him well and even now on the” 
mantle rests on original verse with his autograph, so— 
cheery and kind always. We have missed him sorely 
and it does seem that he was “The last leaf on the tree.” 
Two and one-half miles drive brings us to Man- 
chester-by-thé-Sea. Much the same as Beverly Farms, 
it has its famous drives and shores. Through 
the splendid efforts of Col. Wm. D. Sohier the 
wood roads have been developed to a very great 
extent. ‘These interlace and connect Manches- 
ter with all surrounding towns; not only 
that, the forests have been well preserved at 
a tremendous expense. Col. Sohier’s wis- 
dom has indeed been maryelous and we, 
the habitants, have often realized our. 
possible loss had it not been for his 
good offices. 
A typical New England and thriv- 
ing town is Manchester, favorably 
known as the home of the Nort 
SHORE BreEzE, also of many 
foreign embassies, — up - to - 
date, a town government of 
the Selectmen Board, wisely 
\ managed, modern in its im- 
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