For the Grand Opening of the new Catalina Island Museum!
— Tim
Archive for the ‘Sirocco’ Category
Travelin’ Again to Avalon
18
Jun
Young Errol in Peril
27
May
The Arrow: September 9, 1932
The Advocate: February 17, 1930
The Mercury: March 13, 1930
The Sydney Morning Herald: December 12, 1930
— Tim
The Federal Grinch Who Stole Sirocco — (Almost)
27
Dec
Chicago Tribune, Christmas Week, 1937
archives.chicagotribune.com…
ERROL FLYNN’S YACHT TOO BIG;
U.S. MAY TAKE IT
Hollywood, Cal., Dec. 26.– [Special] –
Errol Flynn, screen star, may lose his
trim sailing yacht, Sirocco, because he
is a native of Australia and an alien.
The Sirocco, which Flynn purchased in
Boston last March for $23,000, is well
over sixty feet in length and is listed
at thirty-one cross tons, which is well
over the size which, under a federal statute,
an alien is permitted to own in this country.
“Although Errol has his intention to
become an American citizen, it doesn’t
alter his position,” said his attorney,
O. R. Cummins. “He made an honest
mistake and is willing to abide by
whatever action the government takes.”
A guard for the United States marshal
has taken possession of the Sirocco
at its anchorage in the west basin at San Pedro harbor.
The government will start legal proceedings this week.
— Tim
Celebration of Errol on Coronado
17
Dec
Only a Month Away!
ABOUT THE FESTIVAL – JANUARY 15-18, 2016
Renowned movie critic, author and television personality Leonard Maltin joins the Coronado Island Film Festival (CIFF) in invting filmmakers everywhere, from aspiring student to respected pro, to experience Coronado’s legendary hospitality for one long holiday weekend in the historic seaside village of Coronado, California, where makers and lovers of film have gathered for more than a century.
Dive Bomber
Dive Bomber, the 1941 classic starring the dashing Errol Flynn as a young Naval aviator. Filmed in Coronado, with scenes of the Hotel Del and North Island, this film is a reminder of how exciting filmmaking was, even in the pre-digital age. The film will be introduced by Errol Flynn’s daughter, Rory Flynn, and his grandson, actor Sean Flynn, followed by a Q and A.
Plus, a Special Tribute to Errol’s Fascinating History on Coronado.
Tickets:
coronadoislandfilmfest.com…
— Tim
The Sirocco Calls In
05
Dec
Morning Bulletin, Rockhampton, Qld. June 18, 1930
OFF TO NEW GUINEA.
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FOUR ADVENTURERS.
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The Sirocco Calls In.
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ONE TIME CRACK YACHT.
Long, narrow-waisted, black-hulled,with towering stick scowing above the wharf decking, but bearing little signs of the buffeting she has received on her voyage, the Sirocco, late of Royal Sydney Yacht Club, now bound for New Guinea and the beche de mer and trochus shell, nine days up from Sydney, lies at the old town wharf.
Fifty years old, but as staunch as the day she slipped into the water for the first time at the Circular Quay slips, the Sirocco will know a different atmosphere now from the one she has been accustomed to so long. Her youthful crew know where they are going. First there is Captain Errol Flynn, late Cambridge undergrad, now planter on a lonely island 40 miles from mysterious Madang, the island of the “White Kanakas,” where he dispenses high and low justice to his 40 odd natives and bears his share of the white man’s burden.
“This is our navigator,” said Captain Errol Flynn, from under his blankets when a “Bulletin” man stepped aboard. “You’ll have to excuse me. Just a touch of malaria. But meet the crew.” Mr. T. Adams, another young Englishman, is the navigator. Close clipped moustache, accent, and physique brand him unmistakably the product of University. Mr. C. Burt, another member of the crew, is also an Englishman, and Australia is represented by Mr. Rex Long-Innes, son of Judge Long-Innes, who is going forth with the others to seek his fortune in the South Seas.
When they talked it was mostly about their argosy.
‘”She’s old, but she’s good,” says the skipper, with pride in his voice, and he told the “Bulletin” man how she logged 14 for three hours in a howling south-easter that piled them up in Coff’s Harbour with a foot of water in the cabin.
“Forty-four feet over all, with a Swedish oil engine, we’re not worrying about the weather,” they add. Already they have had their share of adventure on the trip. They made their names and took their baptismswhen they crossed the bars in northern New South Wales in howling gales. They went ashore in Great Sandy Straits, and had more than their share of rough weather but builders builded well 50 years ago, and lean-waisted as she is the Sirocco has ten tons of lead under her keel.
In the cabin, where the captain lies with malaria, where the “crew” sit round in shorts, and where two business-like rifles are fast in clips above the bunks, one might have thought yesterday that the Sirocco had reached to sea to seek their fortunes.
— Tim
