The crew that comes out of its starting spirit first is usually master of a race. Harvard was a nose in front at the start last week on the Thames in New London, but little Gillespie, the Yale coxswain, was shouting less often into the face of Woodruff Tappen, the big stroke. Yale cut its beat to 32, began to gain as soon as Harvard dropped from 40. It was a slate-grey afternoon; on the varnished river the fleet of yachts strung with pennants, crowded with people in summer clothes, stood in silence as...
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