The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-09-18
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BY HENRY McLEMORE fUnited Press Stan Correspondenr

ICUnited Press Stan Correspondent
 Newport, R. l., Sept 17-UP)- The experts will tell you that tht &inest sight of the Americas cur race yesterday was when T. O. M Sopwith's blue-hulled challenger Endeavour, took the bone in hel teeth and, with her giant sails full. bellied with the wind, passed Mike Vanderbilt's Rainbow, set her prov toward the finish line, and moved majestically away.
 But they are wrong. The No sight of that race was to be seer below decks of the yacht Norsaga that brave but rolling craft which carried four radio broadcasters five American newspapermen, sla London reporters and two debu. tantes from Providence.
 Fifteen minutes after the Nor saga moved beyond the shelter oi the harbor and stuck her nose into the rolling, pitching, leaping sea two radio broadcasters, three American newspapermen, five Lon- don newspapermen, and two debu- tantes from Providence were stretched out in the cabins like the dead.
 Reporters Groan
 Groans that Dante never dreamed of echoed and re-echoed through the companionways, gal 1eys, decks and forecastles. For the reporters, the broadcasters, and the debutantes had what the French delicately call mal-de-mer, but what I, as I tossed on my bed of misery, called plain, old fashioned, stomped down, hurry and-let-me-die seasickness.
 Occasionally member of the crew, resplendent in his ob- scenei health, would Srift down with information concerning the race. Endeavour is leading. Rain- bow has broken out Genoa jib Like a dying dog trying to reach its master, the reporters would lift up on one elbow. The call to duty was strong, but the call to the rail was stronger.
 The tragi-comedy reached its height when one of the healthy ping his prostrate comrade on the shoulder, said:
 "Joe, you go on the air in two minutes"
 Joe moaned and turned over. Kou never saw man more ill- prepared to go anywhere, much less on the air, than Joe. His face was a composite picture of all the misery of the ages. Look at him closely and you could. see all the suffering of mankind since Adam. Beads of precipitation of such size that goldfish could have been at home in any one of them. Dotted his face and fore head. His shirt was off, and his chest rose like that of man whose relatives have been called in.
 Staggers Up Steps
 Somehow, draped in faded blanket, Joe got to his feet. He bobbed and weaved like Willard in the third round.at Toledo. Ur the steps he staggered. Behind him followed. I had the deep dish miseries, too, but I wanted to sec what would happen.
 Into the broadcasting room walked Joe, with the halting steps of a man headed for the little green door. They handed him a microphone.
 ''Now folks" said the man who had summoned him. "We are go- ing to turn the microphone over to Joe Phillips. Joe has seen the race from start to finish, and he wants to tell you about 1t. Here Joe"
 Hello, folks" Joe said in a voice like that oi child lost in a park at night, what race! What race! You oughta be ur here folks! It's great!"
 Somehow he managed to finish but as he said his final words. Joe slumped across then table and with his face buried In his arms died seven deaths.
 Down from below, with each rise and fall of the ship, came the walls of the debutantes from Provi. dence.
 "Oooooohhhhhhhh! Ooooohhhb Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh!"
 It never let up until the Nor saga dOcked