Oxford was "down." The summer vacation had begun. "Schools" (exams) were over. Yet Oxford, last week, was crowded with formidable dowagers, jovial "guvnors," dainty débutantes in the joiliest of raiment and under the absurdest of parasols, all being escorted by be-flanneled undergraduates. "Commem" (Commemoration) Week had started seven days of endless pleasure. Up the "High," down the "Broad," along the "Corn" strolled British society. Every available lodging was taken. No money could buy or hire a punt, for they were already thick upon the water of the Isis.
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