St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-06-27
HEROES OF HARVARD.
Wearers Of Crimson Defeat
Upholders of Yale's Hon.
oped Blue.
Struggle Of Aquatic Gladia-
tors on the Classic
Thames.
Yale Supporters, Girls and
Boys, Old and Young, Are
Crushed.
Details OF the Great Eight
CARED Varsity Four-Mile
Race.

New LONDON. June 26.-Harvard won
the battle of university eights; she won
easily, and earned the race we'll. 1t is
not likely that better, stronger, steadIer
and more beautiful rowing has ever
boen done by any set of men ever put
on the water by any of our colleges. At
the end of the long four-mile pull the
Harvard eight fine terra Gotta statues,
all covered with squirming muscles aud
shining with their work as though they
had been waxed, seemed as fresh as
when they started. To describe race
so that the most kind and willing read
er may imagine that he saw it is not to
be thought of. How shall any one make
words describe a terrible struggle of
twenty minutes = twenty minutes of
ceaseless yelling, screaming and blow
ing Of steamboat whistles, twenty wild
minutes, during which 1000 girls with
crimson decorations jumped steadily up
and down, without even thinking of
such thing as STOPPING. while crimson
men hurt their vocal chords, swore
their best oaths, and
Too wild TO BE Heard,
forgot to remember that flush times
loomed ahead. and that their little GRIM
son dollars would soon be coming home,
bringing blue dollars with them. Then
how is any one to describe those 1000
girls in blue-blue outside and blue IN
side rolling blue eyes to heaven,
squeezing their little hands together
until the tips Of their fingers got blue,
but nevertheless heroically shouting
comfort to the blue oarsmen
whom they loved SO passion
ately, and who pulled so bravely
and hopelessly in the hOrrid crimson
wake. Could any one describe those
girls?. Certainly not. And as for the
came back from the grave (for he made
speciality of funeral orations) he might
make feeble attempt to stagger at
them. 1t was terrible for those blue
boys. Think of knowing that your men
can lose. and then of having them SIM
ply tmashed to pieces. Think of drink
ing champagne for dinner, and then,
all through the dusRy, sultry evening
yelling "any part of $4,000 on Yale,"
and then to wake up to the fact that
Odds of a Million TO One,
though seldom given. would not have
been enough, for Yale has been beaten
thing came about. The Thames river,
anxious like all rivers to impress the
big ocean with its Importance, spreads
out wide as it gets to New London and
makes a fine place for rowing races.
That is where the race came off to-day,
as it has done for years. The river
was fine sight. A gentle breeze was
blowing up the stream. The tide was
going up and the race therefore
was to be up the river instead
of down. A fleet of yachts, a
grand collection of small boats,
and bunch of big, sound steamboats,,
all decorated with gay colors, covered
the surface, each with its nose pointed
boats, or comfortably anchored to see
the shells skim by. The start was to be
made just above the big railroad bridge,
and from there up the river line of
blue and crimson flags covered the
course. The air was full of excitement.
The Harvard men knew IN their bones
that they were going to break Yale's
run of five successive victories. Yale
felt that she was going to give Harvard
a sixth and unparalleled licking.
The Stout Harbormaster.
who wore a gray chin whisker and rode
fat tug boat, expressed his conviction,
not without curses some day to be ac
counted for, that he would have to sink
some boats to make the others keep out
of the way. About the foot of the bridge
supports poor but gay and shouting
crowds were massed. Along the shore,
wherever view could be had, farmers
in their wagons stood Ticking flies from
their horses, while their daughters,
very pretty, and some very Drawn,
yelled just like the frail beings on
the yachts. Along the edge Of the
river there stretched most wonderful
thing. 1t was train of thirty-four fiat
cars with an awning and raised seats
like little Barnums clrcuses on
wheels. That was the observation train.
At each end of it there was locomo-
tive, and the two locomotives were
needed to drag the wild, yelling crowd
that filled every seat in the cars. Seats
were reserved and paid for, and it was
a good sight to look upon for an ordi-
nary lover of gayety or for stock
holder in the road. Opposite the row.
be, boats and crowds were pac ked
thicker even than anywhere else.
When the Time Came,
which was II 80 o'clock, small launch
came out from the shore. She carried
blue flag, pulled behind her racing
shell and had the Yale crew on board.
From another spot came another launch.
She also towed shell, and carried the
Harvard flag and the Harvard crew.
Twenty-Five minutes after II o'clock
found the men throwing off their loose
coats and jerseys and getting into their
boats. Five minutes later, almost eX-
actly at IL 80, the referee gives the word
and they are off. Eight big men, naked
to the waist and beautifully redeemed
by the sun, sit straining every nerve in
each boat.
Harvard caught the water first, and,
setting fast stroke of forty, at once
pushed the bow of their boat Slightly in
front. Yale started with thirty y-eight
strokes, and, though they put good
deal of power into their strokes, the
Yale boat did not move as quickly as
was expected. Harvard held the fast
stroke for a short time, during which
they had, $50 yards from the start, in
creased their lead to nearly one length.
For few strokes both crews caught a
swell and splashed quite badly. Then
settling down, each crew gave
Very Pretty Exhibition
of rowing. The Harvards, however,
were clearly sending their boat along
at better speed than they have ever
shown in practice, and were rapidly
creeping away from Yale, stroke by
stroke. Yale's work. on the other hand,
was much inferior to that seen in their
daily practice pulls, and there was a
perceptible hang and settling of the
boat after each STROKE. After the half
.miles Harvard led by clear length,