The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-06-27
WASHING DAY FOR The LAMBS.
THEY GATHER At THE LARCH-
MONT YACHT CLUB.

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Rescued by Fellow Lambs with the ".
most Skill, Courage and Discrimination
It was the day Of the annual wash and
shearing yesterday for the members Of
the Lambs Club, and the Larohmont yacht
folks placed their whole ofing at the dis
poeal Of the actors In which to perform
the sacred rites. But 1t Ia only an empty
form nowadays; and most Of the Lambs
were 80 afraid of swallowing some Of the
Sound that they wouldn't wash at all,
but grounded on the Larchmont bar, inside
the clubhouse, and refused all offers from
the c~ommodores and able seamen for a
tow. The only salvage Of the day was
that collected by DeWolf Hopper for
rescuing Dinkelspiel Hobart from being
carried to sea on a floating hobby horse.
Dinkelspiel was one Of the few lambs
who had enough Of the spirit Of tradition
in him to really venture a wash without
the aid Of a valet. Hs was tempted by
a lot OF barrels floating at the anchorage,
with saddles painted on the slaves, horses
heads nailed to one end and tails to the
other. He challenged any lamb to a horse
race, and Billy Ernst, the dramatist; George
Bales, a manager, and Samuel Hamburger,
a philanthropist, took him up. There were
only these four entries, with Dinkelspiel an
odds-on favorite, because there was nc
chance OF his sinking. But 1t was a put up
job. Dinkelspiel, wearing the green silk
Of a pair Of borrowed swimming trunks
that had been made for a smaller man,
jockeyed for g start and cleared the end
Of the float, whereupon the others calmly
climbed ashore and remarked to Hobart
that they had been left at the post, but
that he might go right ahead n a a
good time, seeing that he seemed to think
such a devil a lot Of water. Dramatist,
Manager and Philanthropist went back to
the bar at al easy canter, Philanthropist
winning by a nose. In the meantime an
of-shore current had caught the Dinkel-
spiel barrel and he began to bleat for help.
Soon he'll be but a tiny speck on the
%throbbing sea-" chuckled Frank Doane,
the only comedian with a yachting cap who
owns a real yacht.
-Speck nothing!" exclaimed Stanley Haw-
kins, the tenor Long Island Sound isn't
wide enough to make Dinkey look like
a speck. Notice how the silk is shrinking
on his freeboard.'
Joe Weber took possession Of the spyglass
swivelled on the clubhouse piazza and
charged 10 cents a look to gaze at the rapidly
receding Dinkelspiel.
Hell make Long Island with that barrel
on the bit!' yelled Neil McKaye. ten to
seven that he won't get back to the bake
Even money he won't wash again. said
Ed Breese, offering to make a book
Dinkelspiel was now out beyond the
breakwater, and for a moment it was hard
to distinguish between the choppy water
OF the green sea and the green silk Of the
Jockey. There was some doubt in the
paddock as to whether the rider or the
barrel was On top. But DeWolf Hopper,
all fears with the announcement that he
could see Dinkey himself, because the silk
had split up the back.
His trunks are carried away" shouted
DeWolf Hopper, refusing to give up his
place at the glass. There goes the left
catches him in that rig it's conviction. He's
pulled out the horses tail. He's wrapping
the tail about him. This is shameful. He's
pulled of the horses head and is using II
point to the nortRward. joe Weber, you
ought to be ashamed to sell looks at his
horserace. He's trying to get into the
barrel. There goes the right leg of the
tight; He'll be ruled out now when he
By this time Sam Hamburger, the philan-
thropist, was nervous and called fore volun-
teer crew to rescue ,Dinkelspiel; DeWof
Hopper, knowing more about the serious
ness Of the situation than anybody else,
Wilton Lackaye as first mate. Dinkespiels
own clothes and a two hours supply OF
liquor were slowed away in a launch and
the rescuing party set out to chase the
barrel.
They caught it going east on the tide, and
Wilton Lackaye hailed Dinkelspiel, asking
him why he went away before the clam
bake.
Come alongside, will your asked Ho-
bart, rearranging his horsetail glrdle.
company" said Lackaye, throwing the
lever of the launch over to the full speed
notch and remarking to the man on the
barrel that dinner would be ready in two
hours and also suggesiipg tnaf ne mlght inc
Help" shouted the jockey. Take me
in and Ill buy
you can't come aboard among gentle
men and commodores till you re dressed
said Stanley Hawkins, throwing Dinkelspiel
falling off the barrel
Hobart grabbed the sock and got his right
foot on the barrel. Then he got it into the
sock. But the escuers declared that It
balance on the other side and put It on the
other foot. A catboat with a lot OF women
aboard came along, and Dinkelspiel slipped
of into the sea, supporting himself temper
arily by holding onto the nm OF lne Darrel'
Hopper wouldn't let him emerge till the cat
boat had tackled over to the Long Island
shore. Then the other sock was thrown to
him and he got that on.
Make those hose stays tau IN your
booms there sternly commanded the
leader of the rescuers as Dinkelspiel reached
out appealingly for his trousers. Hobart
frightened up the garters and then asked
II he couldn't come aboard just fora minute
rest. But his shirt was thrown to him,
and he had to put that on. Then a collar
and a tie. He was still astride the barrel
in a choppy sea with the horses tail as a
drapery when he fxed his cravat, but Hop
per didn't like the knot. A vote Was taken
In the launch, and it was unanimously de-
oided that Dinkelspiel must tie the cravat
over again before the work OF rescue could
any further.
Dinkelspiel got his trousers next handed
to him on the end Of a boat hook. He threw
away the horses tail with the air OF a man
who had Just been rescued after seven weeks
on a raft. He got his right leg in very
cleverly, but when he gingerly threw the
left leg over, side saddle fashion, to finish
the Job Of putting on the garment his barrel
rolled and Dinkelspiel went into the Sound;
Lackaye caught him on a boat hook and
pulled him aboard after he had promised
to 60 to the races again.
On the way back toathelclub, the launch
went alongside Capt. Marshalls schooner
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