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November 16, 1964
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November 16, 1964


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After letting it cool in the vaults for a required 30 days and then some (to give other potential challengers a chance to speak up), the New York Yacht Club accepted the challenge of Australia's Royal Sydney Yacht Squadron to race for the America's Cup. Not wishing to be hurried again as they were last time, when the interval between challenges was only two years, the New Yorkers said they would be happy to meet the sailors from down under, but not until 1967.

We are happy to hear it. Three years should give the Aussies time to build a better boat than the English (they could scarcely build a worse one). It should give the Americans time to improve upon Olin Stephens' great Constellation (if that is possible) and even to find a new designer or two.

Most importantly, it should give the race committee time to ponder changes in the conduct of the racing itself. The first change we suggest is in the timing. The absurdity of holding trials off Newport during the steady sou'westers of August for races to be held during the uncertain blows and dead calms of September has become apparent during three successive challenges. We suggest that the committee find a way to restore the racing to its proper season, which is midsummer, even if they have to hold the trials the year before. And while they are at it, they might drag that starting buoy some five miles closer to shore. Its present location was determined entirely by the needs of the huge J boats of a day long gone.


The loyalty of Coach Robert Lee Dodd to Georgia Tech, with whose football team he has been associated for 34 seasons, is well known. The depth of that loyalty was revealed only last week. Seven years ago, he told the Atlanta Touchdown Club, he turned down a fabulous offer to leave Tech and coach at the University of Texas.

A Texas multimillionaire, representing a clutch of Texas multimillionaires, telephoned Dodd one night in 1957.

"What'll it take?" the caller asked. "You name it. You get it. We want you as our coach."

"No, thank you." said Dodd.

The multimillionaire called every night for a week.

"He offered me cash money, oil wells, a millionaire's house, and I can't remember what all," Dodd said. "And if I hadn't been 49 years old. and so happy in Atlanta, and so reluctant to have to prove myself all over again to those Texans, I might have taken it."

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