During this century sport became a prominent and important feature of
University life. No longer confined, as were the students of an
earlier day, to the precincts of the University, nor fenced about
with clerical rules aiming at an almost monkish propriety, graduates
and undergraduates began to ride, hunt, and shoot over the
countryside. Towards the close of the century the crowd of "persons
of quality" who attached themselves to the University as Noblemen or
Fellow Commoners necessarily included a number of "raffish" spirits,
who cared little for the convenience of others. A satirical
advertisement touching this question appeared in the _Cambridge
Chronicle_ for 30 August, 1787, in which the neighbouring farmers,
after announcing that their corn is in many places still standing,
"beg the favour of the Cambridge gunners, coursers, and poachers,
whether gentlemen, barbers, or gyps of Colleges", to let them get
home their crops; and they continue: "If we might breed on our own
premises a bird or a hare for ourselves, and have a day's shooting
for our landlords, or our own friends, we should acknowledge it a
great indulgence and politeness!" But a good deal of miscellaneous
sport could be had within actual hail of the Colleges. "In going
over land now occupied by Downing Terrace," says Gunning, "you
generally got five or six shot at snipe. Crossing the Leys you
entered on Cow Fen. This abounded with snipes. Walking through the
osier bed on the Trumpington side of the brook you frequently met
with a partridge and now and then a pheasant." But, for the
undergraduates and the juniors generally, there were amusements
enough. Though expressly forbidden, cockfighting was popular; and
there were more gaming, taverning, and the like diversions than
sober-minded persons could be expected to approve of. Not only the
students, but the seniors fell into cliques or sets each with its
favourite coffee-house, where one might peruse the news sheets, make
a bet, or pick a quarrel. Clubs, for the most part of an avowedly
convivial nature, sprang into being, some of which, like The True
Blue, remain to this day.
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