New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-06-26

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and make come ehugging into town.
each bearing its cargo Of rooters'
Tn. trains. too. especially those that
sr-ived iust before the morning races
were scheduled 20 start, bore sIasseI
INC loads. There we're Harvard re-
"r}orInr classes almost from the Gays
~ John Harvard himself. ana lsie
turned out in equal numbers 90,
IL was an animated picture OF O'enu
,nO and crashing colors that was prs
sented at the station when the er0Nos
began their descent upon the o0Ssi
w" A Riot Of Color.
Crimson and Blue, which have al
wav, been the striking keynote OF tne
long serpentine trains, were a9oeo' "
seemed, as an sfterthought'
and green's, scarlets and oranges, hght
49, and flashing pinks predominated
an ths costumes Of the women folk, VINO
we're there Ia all the distracting varl-
eties OF beauty that only fale-har
vard boat race can bring out AND
tha male portion OF the mass OF spec
tators was not far behind in the sum-
rnerines. and novelty OF its dress:
Light sweaters and blazers Of all CON
ceivAble colors and hat bands WORKED
in hues that would put rainbow 10
shame added to the riot.
Aeoat the Thames was 3 picture that
delighted the eye. GIstening Shite
yachts and cleaning black ones win
their polished sides mirroring the
whole picture, and all bedeckeo IN
miles and miles OF hags, stooa oui AZ
striking contrast against the ripping
blue stream and the green Mantle nils
sloning down 70 the rivers edge.
And over the whole waved IN tn.
umphant abandon enormous banners OF
Yale blue and Harvard crimson ne
Apbrodite. one Of the largest OF the
yachts on the course, few enormous
Vale colors from each OF her three
towering masts, and the long lane
which marked the course was roIling'
,parkling highway OF water lined Wlth
crimson and blue.
II was into this picture that two
boatloads Of bronzed young giants OF
IRE sweeps rowed calmly and confident
iy az the afternoon sun was hanging
low in the west. Harvard came down
from its house early and manned us
shell a furlong above the starting line
Yale followed twenty minutes later.
The two padded into the shadows OF
tho railroad bridge and at 5:4O o'clock
we're iockeying TO reach their stake
boats Four minutes later the two
crews were lined up TO the satisfaction
of the directing genius on the referees
boat. and with q fash Of blue smoke
from his gun and a wild chorus OF
They're off," which came from oo'OoO
throats, the two long, low-lying racing
machines were off.
Yale Wins in First Mile.
Yale leaped TO the front in the first
half dozen strokes, whipping the water
into. a smother Of foam as It churned
its eight blue tipped blades through
the tiny waves. Faster and raster peat
the Yale oars, the light she'll respond
Inc ike a living thing to the powerful
heaves Of those eight sun-tanned backs.
Harvard caught the water just
fraction of a second behind the Blue,
but il did not labor with the abandon
of the lads in the Yale shell, and where
Morse, the Yale stroke, shot the beat
Up 70 "a strokes in that first gruelling
minute Lund was content to let Har-
ward pull at 81.
IL was that contentedness OF the har-
ward crew that lost the race for the
Crimson there and then. Yale was out
~ win from the start, and it did win
in that first burning sixty SECONDS.
With each pull on the oars the 1ale
she'll surged onward There was the
old spirit Of fight, fight, fight in that
boat from New Haven, and in furlong
the Crimson was rowing almost hope
less race, already three-quarters OF
length behind.
That terrific sprint at the start tells
the whole story. Each stroke saw Yale
rull further ahead and each mile saw
the nose of that Yale shell another
length and a half ahead Of the Grim
son. When the Blue first rowed to an
open water lead, just inside the one
mile flags, a mighty cheer went up from
land and water and blue hags sprang
I'D from nothing at all.
The Crimson army sat and watched
in amazed silence. There was hardly
cheer of encouragement for those
eight men in the Harvard she'll, hardly
we'll of defiance IL seemed as II the
Crimson took defeat for granted after
the first mile and was only impatient
10 see il over with.
The Long, Grueiling Pull.
After their dash at the start ootn
crews settled down to 80 beats TO the
minute, but Yale was rowing vastly
more powerful 80 than the Crimson.
Mors was in almost perfect form, and
the seven men behind him rowed as no
Yale crew IN ten years has rowed. II
was a seasoned crew Of fighters this
Yale eight, and il finished of every
stroke and went back for the next with
keen delight.
Harvard. on the other hand, began to
labor before the battle was more than
one-fourth over Faults which had
not been apparent in the long weeks Of
! practice began 70 creep in, and men
j who had rowed as well as men can row
began 20 show the effects Of being in a
losing fight Lund tried 10 hurry his
crew along, and at the mile and a half
mark boosted the stroke up a notch or
two. There was no answering chSl-
lenge from the Yale crew. but Harvard
could not gain an inch, and the mile
and a half flags dropped astern with
Yale two lengths Of open water in
front.
Passing the navy yard. the midway
landmark. the two were still rowing
the same even 80. but Yale was pulling
the stroke through 70 a clean. hard fin
ish and catching again on the next
stroke as II u were the greatest Joy
IN life Yale's lead was three lengths
Of open water. and Morse was fighting
his oar ever so slightly, but il made no
difference in the run Of the boat.
II was then that Harvard began 10
falter and show the effects of the
merry dance that Yale was leading.
Lund, the hero Of the Henley regatta
Of last July. was working desperately.
In his eagerness he swung his oar with
the rage Of mailman, skving il on
every stroke and whipping it through
without reach on the catch or drive on
sba Nnisb Ard his crew WAS aooD