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With matronly grace, the 19-year-old Stephens-designed sloop Vim showed this view of her elegant stern to a sleek young rival in the first cup Defense Trial off Newport, R.I. last miles of glittering water, the old girl left her baby sister Columbia, the newest Stephens boat, trailing all the way to maintain her long-standing rank as First Lady of the 12-meters.


At beach clubs in California and Long Island the camera recorded summer's hottest Sporting Look. It was the chemise swimsuit (left), a late starter which swimsuit manufacturers brought out in special July collections and were crash-delivering to stores at the height of the season. Consequently, grownups were only catching up with the kiddies, who were already sacked in a variety of bag-shaped swimsuits introduced during the winter resort season (SI, Feb. 3). Sack shapes definitely dominated the cabana and beach coverups, which are becoming more popular each year for all ages. Standing firmly behind their own No. 1 hit—the knitted suit on a whistle-bait figure—were both coasts' teen-agers. Even that traditionally shy and conservative bird the teen-age male turned up for the first time in his own brand of whistle bait: skin-tight, knee-length swimsuits called John Ls.

Sack sundress with hidden drawstring hemline is by Brigance, is the choice of Mrs. William Gettle at the Bel-Air Bay Club.

Swim shift, one of Rose Marie Reid's collection, is premiered by Mrs. Benjamin Grier, also at California's Bel-Air Bay Club.

Terry Poncho covers up wearer's shape, shows off that of '90s swimmer, on Molly Connely at Sandbar Beach Club, Quogue.

Sunsuiters are all sacked in the same Randy suit at Bel-Air Bay Club: from left, Carly Cordner, Cynthia and Sarah Grier.

Teen-agers are Jean Birdsall and Joe McCaffery (in Jantzen's John L suit) at Swordfish Beach Club, Westhampton.


No fish jumping here and a far piece from high cotton, but it is summertime in Detroit, and on a weekend, as in all the hot cities of the Western world, people head for open water, offshore breezes, the slap of chop against a hull; for the leafy shade and sunny greens of a golf course, or just a pool to splash in, a poolside to talk by about a pennant race or last night's Late Show.

In Detroit, three elegant places to beat the heat are the Grosse Pointe Club, the Bloomfield Hills CC and the Bloomfield Open Hunt Club.

Massy willows droop behind the eighth green of Bloomfield Hills Country Club, where Mrs. Virginia Yntema putts as son Teddy (dark shirt) and husband Theodore look on. Mr. Yntema, an economist, is the Ford Motor Co.'s financial vice-president.

Cooling off at the Bloomfield Open Hunt Club pool is Architect Eero Saarinen and his wife Aline, an art critic. Saarinen has designed MIT's controversial auditorium and cylindrical chapel and is a consultant on the Air Force Academy chapel.

Lounging on the 39-foot yawl Fleetwood on the day of the Grosse Pointe Club Regatta (Fleetwood, a four-time Mackinac winner, was disqualified for jumping the gun) are Bob Ford, real estate manager; Martin Oetting, lawyer; Jack Hendrie, account executive; Mrs. Ford, and (pardon their backs) Don Car-doze, sales engineer; and Bruce Davenport, a sales executive.

Crew-shirted crew of Quintet, a new 39-foot yawl, are Ted Buttrick, sales representative; Jim Whitehead, president, Whitehead Stamping Co.; Quintet's owner-designer, Fred Ford; John B. Ford III, Portland Cement executive; Kirk Walsh, stockbroker; Ledyard Mitchell Jr., Chrysler official.