P. E . L OR D THE
I'ETLRITE. Von . NII .
MARCH, 1892 .
No . 97.
CAMBRIDGE LETTER. HE Pcicrilc editors ask me to write a Cambridge Letter . " This, a task sufficiently hard in itself, is aggravated in this case by the fact that the subject matter must be the events of the Lent term . The universal groan is. Fstin(r Leine (" Hurry up, Lent term . " ) and your correspondent echoes the same from the bottom of his heart. The Lent races have served to break the monotony . Peterites are very conspicuous . Metcalfe strokes the Pembroke first boat, Easten and Evers the Corpus and Clare eights respectively, while Wilkinson rowed in the Caius boat, which competed for a place on the river. Leaf. the captain of the Peterhouse Boat Club, is to be seen on the towpath, mounted on a gigantic Bucephalus, and instructing . with becoming dignity, a persevering boat. The weather at present is portentous, so much so that it was proposed to bury the four proctors alive in the market place, if haply the anger of the Deity might be appeased thereby . This worthy body however, aie not likely to suffer any such treatment, at least at the hands of undergraduates, whatever the burghers of Cambridge may do; if one may draw inferences from the large majority who supported the maintenance of proctorial authority at the " Union " debate . The influenza epidemic has almost entirely disappeared . We were amazed to observe the sudden diminution in cases, genuine or otherwise, , when it was officially announced that the authorities had no intentions whatever of sending' us down, in view of the spread of the disease .
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