To most U. S. collegians Oxford is a distant academic valhalla of stately ancient buildings where brilliant young men with mellifluent, clipped speech spend long days of leisure mixed with archaic studies; a temple of wit & learning, the bright fane of Anglo-Saxon civilization. Seldom does one of its paragons emerge actually to be seen and heard, but last week Princeton undergraduates had the privilege of observing and listening to the genuine Oxford article—pink-&-white, good-looking Randolph Churchill, 19, son of England's famed and effervescent Statesman...
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