Mr. Huey Long requests the pleasure of your company

Mr. Huey Long requests the pleasure of your company

When Americans take line honours but don’t throw a party, Rupert Murdoch and Co. will throw it for them!

It is a testament to our great Race, that mateship, camaraderie, and colourful characters are always recurring themes. Be it heated pub debates, or quiet family dinners, when the Sydney Hobart is inevitably brought up again for another year, no symposium of our great Race would be complete without a few (sometimes tall) tales, of the famous parties, and party-goers alike.   

And one such party back in 1962 stands out in the memories of many. Wealthy New Yorker, Mr. Sumner A. “Huey” Long, had brought over what was then regarded as the world’s greatest sailing yacht Ondine. A truly cutting-edge design, the entirely aluminium hull gleamed in a fresh coat of pale blue paint and Huey Long, hoping for the rare double win, was justifiably confident.

Huey’s confidence, however, seemed misplaced after Ondine, trailing behind Sydney local, Peter Warner’s, Astor for most of the race, came within sight of the finish line, destined for second place. It was only when Astor’s huge wooden spinnaker pole shattered and broke, that Long was able to bring his state-of-the-art masterpiece home to claim line honours by a mere 100 yards.

Long’s come-from-behind line honours elation was short-lived however, as Vic Meyer powered home in his steel yacht Solo, much sooner than Huey would’ve hoped. Meyer ended up claiming the ultimate handicap trophy, snatching the double-win from Huey’s grasp, but Long was not about to go down without a fight.

Huey had heard of a photograph of Solo taken at the start of the Race, a good, clear photo of the deck with no life raft in sight (as was required). Certain that Meyer had broken the race rules, Long flew to Launceston where the image was rumoured to have appeared in the local paper to revive his chances at the double.

Peter Warner, ever graceful in his close defeat, was hosting some drinks aboard Astor. The revellers noted that no-one was ever invited aboard Ondine for a drink, a topic that was hotly debated among the merrymakers. Perhaps unfortunately for Huey Long, the merrymakers in question were a young Rupert Murdoch and his crew from Illina: Henry Raymond “Thunder” Kerslake, George “Raw Meat” Pearce, Murdoch’s Daily Telegraph manager “Curley” Brydon, and Don “Don Two” Mickleborough (“Don Juan” was already taken!).

It was Murdoch who, sometime in the wee hours of the morning suggested, “let’s go aboard Ondine right now and have a drink!” Don Two took it further, suggesting they make it a real party, get some invitations printed, and invite a few more people aboard. Huey Long, of course, was in Launceston.

That morning, Murdoch, ably assisted by Curley, convinced a local printer he was Ondine’s owner and had one thousand party invitations made (pictured above). Impressively printed in ‘Ondine blue,' they advised of a celebration to be taking place aboard the yacht at 8pm the next evening.

Moving to a local hotel, the newly-formed “planning committee” began hand-addressing the thousand invitations. Don Two’s suggestion of a ‘few more people’ quickly became a large portion of the now-bustling city of Hobart. Invitations were sent to waterside workers and their wives, the firemen, the nurses at the hospitals, the Lord Mayor, the Governor, and even the local highland pipe band! Mickleborough had a brother living in Launceston, promptly ringing him he said, “send a telegram to Sven Joffs, the paid hand on Ondine, and tell him this: ‘Prepare Ondine for a party tonight – Huey’.”

Twenty 18-gallon kegs of beer were bought and sat all around the dock, stewards were commandeered from the various local establishments and paper cups were bought in spades. It was a spectacular scene as well over a thousand people began pouring down to the dock. Having meticulously prepared Ondine for the party, and with still no sign of Huey Long, Sven Joffs continually eased out the dock line to prevent anyone coming aboard.

The party-goers didn’t seem to mind however, as at the Sydney Hobart, you don’t really need a host (or a reason!) to party. As the merrymakers milled around, talking and drinking and partying the night away, the shout come up from Dick Logan perched atop an upturned bin: “Three cheers for the Lord Mayor!” The crowd parted as a shiny-new Bentley wafted down to the dock, the Lord Mayor, a notorious tee-totaller emerged from his fancy car, just as Logan toppled from his stage, spilling his beer all over the Lord Mayor’s head! Unperturbed, and always a good sport, the Lord Mayor continued through the crowd to Ondine, mistaking none other than “Don Two” Mickleborough for the boat’s owner saying, “Mr. Long you’ve done a good job.”

Huey, hearing about the commotion from Sven Joffs, made straight back for Hobart and his prized yacht Ondine. When he finally appeared at the party, it is reported that he wasn’t at all amused, retreating rapidly to a hotel and spending the next few hours trying unsuccessfully to charter a flight home. Huey Long, however, didn’t seem to suffer any long-term effects, returning year after year in successively bigger boats. It is even said that Huey was seen at the Cork Yacht Club after a Trans-Atlantic race, with a copy of the invitation in hand, bestowing upon his avid listeners the story of the 1962 Hobart, and the party he put on.


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