A dozen and a half tense young gentlemen sat in two boats on the River Thames. They were divided evenly, had come there to row a race. There was nothing noticeable about these young gentlemen save that half wore the dark blue of Oxford, half the light blue of Cambridge, and that they had more hyphens and initials among them than ordinary folk. There was P. W. Murray-Threipland, for instance, an old Etonian in the bow of the Oxford shell, and M. F. A. Kean, an old Haileyburian, in the Cambridge bow. The stalwart...
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