The New York herald., 1921-06-25


one mile from glory, and a Harvard
combination fighting in the rear.
That crashing, heart and muscle
straining beat down the lane of yachts
through the last mile Of the long battle
was worthy of an epic Of Homer. No
saga Of sport ever glorified more COM
niendable grit and spirit and It was in
both shells.
Yale saw in front OF it q low railroad
span. not pretty in itself, but picture
OF pictures lust then, the most desired
of all things at that moment. The Ellis
saw at that bridge the goal of victory,
the sweets OF revenge, the wiping out
OF old scores of the rowing year-far
more saccharine satisfaction than ordi-
narily comes to a Blue eight with sue
cess against its traditional rival. Har-
ward went down that last mile facing
defeat and failure; Harvard. the favor
lite. was being outrowed--but what
fight the crow was putting up
Squirting In Last Mile.
Once past the three mile mark Yale
put on a big squirt and began to draw
away, but Harvard met this with a big
squirt Of its own. 1t was the Crimsons
dying effort. The Harvard sweep
swingers pulled at their oars as IL they
would tear their hearts out. They
looked as 81. not satisfied with progress
they were making In their boat, they
wanted to claw their way through the
intervening mile. This was a he-race
Now 1t no longer was a question Of
Yale's adding to its lead. It's big task
was to hold Harvard, and after the Grim
son had won back about q quarter Of
length Yale did hold It. The miracle Of
that last mile-of the whole race, in
deed-was Freeman. mere 14S FOUNDER.
who stroked the Yale crew.
1t was Freeman who drove his mates
to a white heat not only OF determina-
ton but of anger. Across the water
came first the mingled imprecations and
sibillant, salvirg phrases OF the willy
Carson. the Yale coXswain, then the
commanding intermittent staccato OF
Freeman. Freeman was winded a bit,
but not too winded to take a verbal role
in the stemming of che Harvard rally.
Those Ellis ragged each other with
blank verse which they would not think
of repeating or the water, and in the
Harvard shell the same old fight was
being fought. At the three and a half
mile mark Harvard was a scant length
to the bad, but going ahead. Another
half mile and the struggle would be over.
GIVE 'em ten for the old CUTS !" shouted
Carson.
Now the yachts were shrielking and
footing wildly. Now the crowds were
sending salvo after salvo of encourage
nlent out to the fighting crews. Harvard
voices. which had been stilled for g.
while in the tenseness Of the situation.
now found themselves anew The air
was thick with "Harvards :" and
"Yales." the male basso being mingled
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Last Quarter of Mile.
Harvard. il was true, was making
some headway in the final rally. but not
very much. Yale was calling on its last
ounces Of reserve. Into the last quarter
mile they went, and both were tired. The
stroke was down-way down. Yale was
pulling not more than a 2s and Harvard
barely was able to hit 80. and not for
long stretches. They had sapped each
other with their long sprints. AS they
nearcd the bridge they were rowing
stroke for stroke--Yale about done and
Harvard unable to take advantage of the
situation. Past the span they pulled.
across the finish line. Yale had won by
three quarters of a length.
Lets give old Harvard cheer" said
Carson to his Yale mates. A feeble effort
was started and then il died. Leslie.
the Yale bow oar. went over, all In. In
trice Russell followed him, and then
Payson. the No. s, let his head drop to
his chest. He shook himself hard, looked
up with a wan smile at the crowds on
the bridge, then fell over In a faint.
Russell stayed out longest and had to
be revived by Yale men who came up
in a launch.
After all came the Yale cheer. Har-
ward cheer, and Harvard's men rowed
over and rendered their shirts, a silent
tribute 10 the gaineness of a game Eli
eight II was n game one and a fast
one. Tie Harvard cheer for Yale was
q tribute not only to the Blue crew but
to one James Corderry, a professional
sculler from another Thames and an
other London. It was Corderry who
took over the coaching OF the Yale eight
when Nickalls went away. Corderry
worked hard, and his men gave their all.
Conditions Perfect.
II was a remarkable regatta. rowed
under perfect conditions. The skies were
almost clouiless and, the weather, while
not really cool. was not uncomfortable.
The crowd was not what II used to be
in the old days, but still the observation
hold another passenger.
Two presidents of Yale. DR.. Arthur
T. Hadley, the retired lead, and DR..
James r. Angel. who was installed the
other day, saw the Ellis score their great
victory and let II be said that they made
rather unpresidantisI picture at the
finish.
As the two presidents. on the regatta
committees boat saw the Yale eight
cross the line winner they slapped each
other on the back, threw their hats high
into the air and Joined in a resounding
cheer for Yale. Two presidents of Yale
had become boys once more. No Yale
man--20 or s0---could Withstand the
urge to cheer for a great crew.
Because of the fact that both rivals
had boon negligible factors in the
fight for general rowing honors OF the
season. the outside rowing following
was missing. But most OF the old Har-
vard-Yale crowd was there. And that
meant leaders IN every walk OF life
financcrs OF international note. profess
sors. lawyers. judges-and let us not
forget the ladies.
Harvard and Yale may have their off
years In sport but they never suffer
an off year In pulchritude among those
of the feminine gender who grace their
athletic classics. There were bevies
and gslaxies OF beautiful. pretty and
lust attractive girls. clad In all the
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