Chris Dodd has been digging in his drawers again and found material for another quiz.
Chris’s previous quiz proved to be hard, so to give you some help with this one, the answers can be found in Chris’s little book Boating (1983).
We will draw one winner from those who have managed to answer all the questions correctly. The winner gets a signed copy of Chris’s Brave Bonnie Boat Rowers (2014).
Please send in your answers to HTBS by 25 May at the latest – to
gbuckhorn – at – gmail – dot – com
The winner will be announced on 28 May on HTBS. The regular contributors and their family members are ineligible to enter.
Which famous writer kept time for Balliol at Henley?
Which oarsman wrote of Magdalen elms and Trinity limes and enjoyed the shortest name in the English language?
Which club appointed a chaplain in 1843 and has since found the office unnecessary?
‘…At length, after a great deal of changing and fidgeting, consequent on the election of a stroke-oar: the inability of one gentleman to pull on this side, of another to pull on that, and of a third to pull at all, the boat’s crew are seated. “Shove her off!” cries the coxswain, who looks as easy and comfortable as if he were steering in the Bay of Biscay. The order is obeyed; the boat is immediately turned completely round, and proceeds towards Westminster Bridge, amidst such a splashing and struggling as never was seen before…’
Who wrote of such amusements at Searle’s yard on a fine Sunday morning with a Richmond tide awaiting?
Which boat carried sandalwood, cedarwood and sweet white wine?
Who taught waitresses their ABC of sculling on the Thames?
‘In or out of ‘em, it doesn’t matter… whether you get away, or whether you don’t; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you’re always busy, and you never do anything particular; and when you’ve done it there’s always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you’d much better not…’
How many oarsmen (or -women) row a tessarakonteres?
Who sat in a barge like a burnished throne with a poop of beaten gold and perfumed purple sails?
Who recognised a blatant bumptiousness about a steam launch, and had ways of dealing with them?