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sports Of The Stars
A J Told hy Reginald T) e n n y
To CHARLESON GRAY
JL S I before his new steam yacht, the Infanta, slid off the ways at San Pedro, John Barrymore made a little speech to the effect that a launching resembled childbirth — one wouldn't know until later how successful the result would be.
A point of difference he might have pointed out is that the usual yacht is destined for a far more glamourous career than the usual person. For while most of us are chained to humdrum daily jobs, these aristocrats of the sailing world are sliding through pleasant waters, their equipment burnished to perfection, enjoying an atmosphere poised equally between health and fun.
At first thought, it might be difficult to understand how a man could spend a halfmillion dollars on a yacht (as Barrymore has on the Infanta), and expect to receive full value on nis investment. But w-hen it is pointed out that yachtsmen consider a boat capable of adding from ten to fifteen years to a man's life, it becomes apparent that they are cheap at the pric|. After
At top, left, Reginald Denny on the Barbarene, which makes him work and stay young; top right, three shipmates: John Mack Brown, a third friend, and Ben Hendricks; right, Cecil de Mille's luxury, the Seaward
Reginald DennyKeeps Young By Yachting
all, none of us is growing any younger, alda! Wealth Not Necessary
I SUPPOSE I should hasten to point out that it is far from necessary to laj out a sum anywhere in the neighborhood of a half-million in order to obtain yachting benefits. Barrymore's boat is large enough for an extended cruise, but those of the other yachtsmen in the picture colony are apt to be more on the order of my own Barbarene.
This is a sturdy thirty-five-foot affair, which is great sport sailing in all but the extremely rough weather which Ben Hendricks and I recently encountered off the coast of Lower California. For some time it looked as if the business was about to lose two ambitious young men; and I determined at that time that if I ever set foot on solid land again, my next boat would be much larger than the Barbarene.
Just at present I'm deliberating between a sixty-foot yawl and a cabin cruiser equipped with Diesel engines. What I should like, of course, would be both creations — but I'm afraid {Continued on page pj)
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