Navy V. Columbia On Manhattan's Harlem River, glazed with iridescent oil spots but for once free of driftwood, two crews sprinted away from a flagged line, heading downstream on the crest of a fast tide. In their hearts the hometown rooters had little faith that the Blue & White shell, containing three sophomores who had never been in a varsity race, could do much to the big Navy boatload. Over the smooth water to high bridge the boats kept abreast, but at the bridge MacRae Sykes, sharp-faced stroke, put the beat up....
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