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Woman's home companion
Vol. LXIV, No. 6 (1937)

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YOU SURE ARE
A TERRIBLE
HOUSEKEEPER.
She Could Reef a Sail
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on Palmer Point, driving boats be-
fore it. With luck, before the wind
shifted she could pass the rock-
clumped outpost of the channel.
Marty gave the main sheet full
scope and the Spin ran for it.
The faintly coppered clouds were
spreading and the water was turn-
ing from steel to lack-luster. Swift
and catlike the wind veered. Marty
hauled in on the sheet. There was
no running in now. Peaked caps
of white stirred on the water and
a wave rose and curled over the
cockpit. The Spin dipped deeply
and mounted, her keel bared.
'Jay-'' Cyra screamed. "What
possessed you to come out today?'
"The cabin is right below,'' Jay
said. ''Duck down into it, Cy.''
"I'm staving on deck," Cvra
cried. " You,'' she said to Marty,
"can't you do something?"
'I'm going to reef," Marty said.
She could, she calculated quickly,
beat past Pidgeon Rocks with
shortened sail when the storm
struck, not without. The copper
clouds were shading to lead and
the wind was coming. The slash-
ing crest of another wave hit the
cockpit. Marty gripped the drip-
ping tiller, steadying to her feet.
She looked small and purposeful.
"Take it,'' she told Jay, 'and
keep her up. Hang on!" She
darted forward to the halyard and
eased the mnainsail swiftly down.
Flukily, a fore-running puff of
squall hit. The jib shook crazi lv.
Don't let her get away,'" Marty
yelled. "Hang on. Hold her!"
"Oke," Jay promised. He held
on. Heading up the Spin, as she
plunged under her swollen jib.
MARTY bunched the sail along
the boom. The squall was clos-
ing in. Scuds of spray flew over the
Spin's weather side. Marty jerked
the reef-points together in quick
tight square knots. The marker
on Pidgeon Rocks loomed over the
twisting waves.
Fall off,'' Marty cried and Jay
managed it, with the Spin pitch-
ing under rushing gusts. Martyv
hoisted the reefed mainsail and
sprang to the jib
Jay-" 'Cyra's voice ran uphill.
'Couldn't you have brought some-
one beside a girl to help? We'll
ne ar get in!
Jay said something that sounded
short and grim. Rain was begin-
ning to fall. Martyv clung to the
bit on the bucking how. It was
slippery and wet, and her slacks
were drenched and her hair wias
plastered in wet wings.   She
knotted the soggy jib reef-points
when the Spin rode the crests, and
cIlutched the bit and boom when
the Spin dove through the troLgh.
The squall was on them in full
force. Rain thrashed the deck and
wind clawed the reefed mailisail.
Nlarty got the jib lI) and groped
her way back to the cockpit.
'The rocks, " ' Jay shouted.
[CONINUED ON PAGE 1141
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GOOD GRIEF, CAN'T WE
HAVE SALT THAT POURS9
YOU SURE ARE A TERRIBLE
HOUSEKEEPER!
NEXT MORNING -AT SISTER'S
JACK WAS SIMPLY FURIOUS
LAST NIGHT JUST BECAUSE
THE SALT WOULDN'T POURI
WHY NOT GET
SOME MORTONS '
SALT? ITS CUBE
CR.YSTALS
DON'T CAKE IN
THIS RAINYV
WEATHER.
THAT EVENING
WELL,HONEY I SEE YOU GOT
RID OF THOSE CLOGGED SALT-
CELLARS ALREADY. YOURE JUST
AS SMART AS YOU ARE PRETTY!
IODIZED      SPO  VONT TEAR Our
OR PLAIN
TO
WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS


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