Reprinted from yesterday's late editions.

Midway through the 32nd annual Oxford-Cambridge Dinner Wednesday night at the International Club the wine ran out.

Rather than experience the after-dinner speeches and toasts unquenched, one quest of the Irish persuasion ran half a block in the rain wearing an old school blazer to Jean-Pierre's restaurant where he snagged a bottle of chablis and made it back just as CIA Director Stansfield Turner (Exeter, Oxford) presented his toast.

"To the queen," the 300 sons and daughters of the prestigious British universities declared. "To the queen," British Ambassador Peter Jay (Christ Church, Oxford) piped in, hoisting a glass of port, fat cigar clenched between his teeth.

The dinner is open only to those who have attended Oxford or Cambridge; no spouses, relatives, lovers, press or guests. "They think it would ruin that old blazer bit," said former chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts Michael Straight (Trinity, Cambridge). "They make the wives sit at home wondering what's going on. They Know what's going on . Everybody gets plowed."

The men outnumbered the women, and the British outnumbered the Americans, though it was hard to tell whose accent was real and whose, like the college blazers smelling of mothballs, were brought out once a year.

Former senator Hugh Scott, (Balliol, Oxford) wearing a polka-dot vest under his tuxedo, said he was pleased with the Panama Canal treaty vote. He said at first he missed the Senate, but not now. "My friends Bill Fulbright (Pembroke, Oxford) told me I'd miss two things; the pals and the perks.I asked him what the perks were and he said, 'Parking.' He's right. I'm having a h - - - of a time parking my car."