The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1920-05-29
SAILING. GREAT
SP'l0:| ]! l'!' !. . B C.
men ARE. BUSY
Larry al! Moore Y Takes First Sail,
and Tells Of Ills Experiences.
Likes Sport.
BY LARRY MOORE

NOOkkC
It's a Jolly, fine day. There's a
west, and she carries balmy see mt
of natures perfume. The waves.they're
a ridin' high-aye, mate, she's day
for the white WINGS '"t>'
And oh the thrill Of a sailboat! The
old craft is"tricky, she's adventurous
and we've got to keep willy eye
cleaned for her every motion. There's
temperament ABOUT her, you know,
and you can never forecast what she
may be up to next.
We lightly glide out into the chan
mel, the big white wings catch the full
force of that slapping gale and ouch!-
a jerk, a snort, splash of an unex-
pected wave and we're off. The old
boat groans. yelps with glee. like a
prize race horse kept away from the
track and fed up on oats.
She pluckily bends to the task. We
gather speed every minute. We're put
ting away the knots now. Look
she pitches, rocks, careens-we were
almost caught unawares but a clever
twist by the pilot and all's safe. Phew,
we're in the full force of it now, and
gee, we're tipping! We get up on edge,
the neophytes groan with fear, the
old boat Is racing along perpendicular
to the water. One edge is high in the
air, the other side is dipping the waves,
the wings are shrieking, yelping, slap
ping, bowling a miserable, mournful
tune. Every minute, it seems, we're
going to be thrown into the boiling
water.
But oh boy, it's great! Clinging
frantically to the edge, the while the
big craft pitches along at dizzy an
gle, the while wind and spray slaps us
numerically in the face, the while
every muscle and action must be high
primed for the tense test, we can't
help thinking it's real gods sport.
And sure it is.
But towards afternoon the gale di.
minishes few : scattering clouds
scurry to cover and Old Sol, beams
forth in all his glory. Like a lazy pen
dulem slowing up, the wings. beat q
dying tattoo. and we settle down to
ripping over the only slightly dis
turbed. surface. We can rest easy then,
we SLOUGH back lazily and let the sun
rays" get in their healthy, tanning
work -. = = ,.-
Evening is placidly calm. There is
only an occasional, very gentle, slap
of the water against the sides of the
boat. A nice. big, romantic moon steps
right out into the heavens and looks
down kind o, curiously enyious on us.
as much. as to say, Nov that's a life
to lead, by Jove.' It sends a long,
snaky ray Of pale blue light along
the water, wayyitoff into eternity and
joins US in our contentment.
And never before did we feel so
much like singing. we just can't keep
1t down. So Quit comes, guided by an
OF Dixie banjo. We never thought we
to-. IL
it don't sound SO bad. You know old
much less critical audience than an
opera house crowd in it's evening garb.
The shadows gently wrap themselves
about us, and We Glide on entrancingly
through the Gali.
Yes, it's great. It's e sport Of
sailing, and Duluth is fortunate in
having plenty of opportunity to excr-
else it. "
Not since the days of the old Duluth
Yacht club, when the automobile was
still in its infancy and sportive pleas
ure seekers usually gratified their de-
sire for recreation on the bounding
waves has sailing attracted 80 much
interest in Duluth.
Preparation launched by the Duluth
Boat club sailing enthusiasts this year
indicate participation in this sport by
the largest number in many seasons
Sailing is coming right back into it's
own
The two boats, formerly owned by
the Boat club have been sold. The
Spring Maid" is now the property of
Jack Lynch, and the Dixie is owned
by Harold Caulkins. Two more boats
are coming from Minnetonka and five
from White Bear. Three spe edy craft
are rugged and ready for the season,
the property of veteran sailors. Harry
Stoker, sailing captain of the Boat
club, anticipates a wonderful year in
the sport and has complete confidence
that is will be thoroughly evived.