Vol. I: No. 5

Editor: Tom Sullivan (a no-dab man)

Breakers......................................................................................1,2,3, or 4

Surf..................................................................................................." " " "

Spray................................................................................................" " " "

The Bridge (Hauck's Happiness Column).........................................." " " "

Contribution (Joanne Scarborough).................................................." " " "

Waves..............................................................................................." " " "

Flotsam & Jetsam............................................................................" " " "

Breakers: from the Diary of Seaweed Sully (in the style of Mark Twain).

After seeing "Doc Counsilman's swim clinic" I allowed as to how swimming was the sport for me. It was the only way to be near the water, which I had missed since my brother--SeaGull Sully--and I lost our little sloop on the Eastern Seaboard. This place, Patton, seemed to be my best bet for joining a club. Besides having a dynamic old salt for a leader, it also had a most interesting crew of an internat'l flavor. There were Mexicans and Arabs, Irishman and Germans and even a couple of exiles. It was not hard to join...Captain Hauck merely pointed to the cement pond and hissed the most sibilant "Hut!" I have ever heard. The sound unnerved me so that I fell in the water. Almost immediately my eyes began to burn and I could see nothing. I fancied that I had fallen into somebody's wine cellar, but a few gulps cured me of this delusion and I knowed it was just an ordinary pond. All the same, I was in water that was foreign, and foreign water, any sailor knows, may hold sharks. It worried me a good deal, not being able to see and all, so I struck out for safety at about forty knots. When I hit the other end and rolled clear of the pond, Captain Hauck was there to greet me. "Terrific! terrific!" he shouted and I judged he meant it, for he bit his cigar in half. "We've got to do something about your dive," he said excitedly, "but I like that stroke...how do you make so many waves?" From then on I was in. My education progressed by leaps and bounds. I learned that the pond was perfectly safe, that the water burned one's eyes because the Captain threw his old cigar butts in there, and that you could open your eyes underwater anyway if you practiced a bit. Besides these facts, it soon became clear that there were four ways to swim (Doc Counsil-