Equally to their surprise and to my own, and to John Long's, I won, and the pewter mug became one of my most prized possessions.

I kept it, and alluded to it, and I fear bragged about it, for a number of years, and I only wish I knew where it was now.

Years later I read an account of a little man who once in a fifth-rate handicap race won a worthless pewter medal and joyed in it ever after.

Well, as soon as I read that story I felt that that little man and I were brothers.
This was, as far as I remember, the only one of my exceedingly rare athletic triumphs which would be worth relating.

I did a good deal of boxing and wrestling in Harvard, but never attained to the first rank in either, even at my own weight.