by Sam Rabl
Down where Chesapeake Bay begins to get pretty thin as far as its depth is concerned, the boys who catch the delicious soft shell crabs that you get at the high class hash joints—-when you have the money to visit them-—have developed a type of boat that will run in pretty shallow water. The fact that these crabs must be gotten in to the shipping crates in pretty quick time has also made speed imperative in their makeup. The resulting boat is so fast that the boys really go in for racing as a daily diversion and get pretty adept at it. Every once and a while they get so argumentative about the speeds of the various boats that a supervised race has to be staged to settle matters before blows are resorted to. The construction of these boats is so simple that the boys in most cases build their own and many are sold for day sailing to the furriners who visit the Island on vacations. Strange as it may seem the side planks of these boats come from the opposite side of the continent, being of fir, the only lumber at present that is available in lengths long enough to make the sides in one piece. The sailing rig is simpliàity in itself.
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