Where have we ended up today, Mr. Peabody? The Encinal Yacht Club in Alameda, Sherman. The sailors of this era were very confident of their skills. Notice the two in the canoe, they appear out for a day of picnicking. Nary a worry of getting wet.
You know Sherman, I get mighty parched after bouncing around the space-time thingy. So I need an adult refreshment, I hope they know how to make a Manhattan.