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A Man and His Boats jogged Crane’s memory about the figurehead. Arthur had stopped by the sculptor’s studio to check the work in progress and had been greatly amused by what he saw. He couldn’t disagree that the figurehead tradition had been dutifully followed with the topless rendering of his wife’s likeness. But he knew a bit of draping would have to be done. Arthur had arranged for the sculptor to leave him the key to his studio so he could privately show Harriet what would be more of a surprise than he had planned. Anyone passing by the studio that evening would have heard gales of

laughter coming from the young married couple, followed by a titillated female voice saying, “But Arthur, you know that’s not me!” Through their yacht club and design associations, Arthur and Clinton Crane became close. “He was such a loyal friend,” Crane wrote, “that he always forgave me my mistakes and stood by me through thick and thin. He loved the sea, was never seasick, and especially loved long ocean voyages where the square rigs were really at their best.” *** Battened down in a small trickle in Labrador during a bad storm, Arthur contemplated an even larger boat. After four days, the storm

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