To Londoners, the dock strike was a nagging labor problem. To the visiting Russian rowers, it was a singular embarrassment. They could hardly disapprove of such a proletarian maneuver, but there they stood on the shore with their sweeps in their hands, and there were their shells on the deck of the strikebound Soviet freighter Strelna. The regatta at Henley, where they had swept the river only the year before, was only a week away. How could they practice? They were up the Thames, as it were, with a useless set of paddles.
Soon everybody got into the act—union officials, the...
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