If half the men in the college realized what a life is led by the members of the crew, there would be shown a spirit of co-operation far different from anything that the college as a whole has ever possessed. Nearly every man who comes to Harvard expects to enjoy life more or less. It cannot be all study, nor yet all athletics. He must keep up his social interest with the outside world. To be tied down to college bounds and not given any time to go about, to do anything, or to see anybody would seem to most the height of unjust almost tyrannical restriction. Yet this is just the slavery to which the crew men voluntarily submit themselves. Every afternoon at half past three (not unfrequently in the morning too) the men have to go down to the river. It matters not what the weather is, whether chilly and raining, or stifling hot, that daily work, that hard daily work has to be put through. When the men finish their rowing it is nearer evening than afternoon, and this combined with the early hours which the training requires leaves little time for studying. The crew, of course, have to keep up with their college work. These two things, rowing and attending to his courses, use up practically all of a man's day, and he is tied down to just that position of non-independence which would seem to most of us so intolerable. And how much is this great sacrifice to the college realized? If the crew wins, there is rejoicing because Harvard covered those particular four miles faster than Yale did, but behind it all is this dogged, tireless, almost heroic work of the men in practice.