COMMONS STEEPLECHASES 13 



This is settled between Election and my- 

 self as we all trot back to Cambridge, and 

 lark, while our blood is still warm, over the 

 hand-gates and stiles along the footpath to 

 the town. The authorities, I have under- 

 stood, never smiled on the Drag. In my 

 heart I believe that most of them had not 

 an idea of what it was. It only meant to 

 them something to do with horses and 

 "dogs," or, perhaps, a coach on wheels; 

 something associated with a rather trouble- 

 some class of undergraduates who paid little 

 respect to them, except when invited to do 

 so by a slip, suggesting that a call should be 

 made on the senior Proctor or "the Dean." 

 Then, when a quiet young man appeared 

 in his gown, with his cap in his hand, they, 

 no doubt, were more puzzled than ever at 



