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1953 APBA Gold Cup
Lake Washington, Seattle WA, August 9, 1953
Gold Cup Race Sidelights
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THOUSANDS OF PERSONS watched the Gold Cup races Sunday afternoon with fine excitement, but they found pathos and humor in peering at one another.
* * *
The police radio announced at one point:
"Parents of the following children come to the police radio truck and pick up your lost child — Jimmy Jones, Mary Smith, and a brown, cocker puppy."
* * *
SECOND-PLACE winner Lee Schoenith climbed out of Gale II at the end of the race and faced a battery of photographers and the congratulating hands of more than a dozen persons.
"Gee," he grinned, "what happens if you win?"
* * *
IN A RACE between Gold Cup heats, Carl Detmering of Toledo, Ore., lost $2,000 worth of tiny hydroplane when his Miss Toledo sank beneath him on the north turn.
As he stood on shore later, dripping wet, Detmering, 55, said:
"I owned her and I built her. She’s gone now. Those are the breaks, I guess."
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MANY EAGER spectators set up camp along the lake shore Saturday night in order to obtain the hest view spots; then. to their chagrin. found themselves no better off than the "poachers" who didn’t come until Sunday morning.
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IF IT HAPPENED once it happened a dozen times—a patrol car cruising along the Boulevard with its loudspeaker blaring: "Is there a lost boy around here?"
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A PATROLMAN standing atop a borrowed ladder as the second heat began confided to a bystander: "I sure hope my sergeant doesn’t come along now." The sergeant didn’t and the officer got to watch the entire race.
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IT WAS EASY to tell the pessimists from the optimists. There were those who brought raincoats, and those who didn’t.
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ONE MOTORCYCLE patrolman solved the problem of answering those Slo-Mo-V questions before the race started. After about the 10,000th answer he grabbed a big card and penciled latest news about the Slo-Mo’s chances of running. From then on he just waved the card at crowds before they could come up with questions.
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SHORT, SAD STORY—Saga of the Tacoma woman who came ashore from the family yacht Saturday night to sleep in a hotel and fix a big picnic lunch for the folks aboard. But she got back to Lake Washington too late Sunday to get out to her boat’s $30 boom moorage. She watched the races from shore.
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DON’T TALK about crowds to John Mullen. John celebrated his 14th birthday selling hot dogs to the hungry crowd, and he reckons he must have stuck wieners in more than a thousand buns. Said John:
"They got you going in circles by the end of the day."
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