One of the best crews that Tom Bolles ever coached clustered one day last week at the door of Harvard's boathouse. Said Coach Bolles, plopping a battered hat on his bald head: "It'll be rough when we get down to the basin, but the water may be like that at Syracuse, too."
Harvard's eight pulled down the river in short bursts, testing a variety of cadences. In the bow of his launch, Tom Bolles chewed gum, bellowed instructions through a megaphone and watched every move of his long-legged crew. A big man himself, he has no time for little men: "Unless he's...
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