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Going down DeWolf Street, where it makes a turn to the left, the broad crimson banner of the boat-club caught my sight. I thought of the time, about a year ago, when, at its first unfurling, one of Harvard's dashing old oars predicted that it would be the harbinger of victory; and, in spite of my apathy, I could not help feeling proud that the prediction had come to pass. The bright folds were now stretched by the wind, and showed the dear old word to which, when we are out of Cambridge, we all so fondly cling...
...this time I caught sight of the "Varsity" again, as they swept down the river, helped on by the tide; and as, after shooting the bridge, the stroke quickened and the boat came swiftly towards the float, a voice at my elbow said, with a strong Scotch accent, "The lads is pulling a bit hard to-night," and the bluff old boat-builder smiled approval. "Let her run!" comes sharp and clear from the boat, the machine-like action stops, the boat glides up to the float, out come the oars, and eight hearty-looking fellows after them, - fellows full...
...visit about thirty fellows had come down; some to see the "Varsity" go out, and others to row. A few sixes and fours had put off, and were rowing down the river. These, with the few singles, suggested what a lively sight there might be if the fifty or sixty boats that are lying on the rests were on the river, and a few hundred more students of "the first University in the country" would think it a greater accomplishment to swing an oar than to roll a cigarette...
...return to the old-fashioned Class Day. Now it has been rightly conjectured that unless Seventy-eight has a successful Class Day, this year will see the last of the traditional Class Day, and the substitution of a Corporation Day, in which Harvard College shall be lost sight of in Harvard University...
...Sibley's resignation of the office of Librarian, in consequence of his failing eye-sight, the position, hardly expecting that it would be accepted, was offered Mr. Justin Winsor, who for nearly ten years has been the able and efficient Superintendent of the Boston Public Library. Of the subsequent proceedings between Mr. Winsor and the city authorities, wherein efforts were made to retain him, it is unnecessary here to speak, as the dailies have told the whole story time and time again. Whether Mr. Winsor was to be preferred to another great scholar and brilliant writer, for some time past...