Saturday October 17th
Thackeray somewhere in the ‘Book of Snobs’ remarks that we are all snobs at heart and that if one walked down St. James Street with a Duke on either side, it wouldn’t be human not to wish to meet all … Continue reading
Thackeray somewhere in the ‘Book of Snobs’ remarks that we are all snobs at heart and that if one walked down St. James Street with a Duke on either side, it wouldn’t be human not to wish to meet all … Continue reading
. With superlative energy I played Fives this afternoon with Hobson, Rawson and Tunnecliffe. Considering I hadn’t played for over a year I got on better than expected. Tunnecliffe had never played before. Barrington-Ward this morning showed me the ‘History … Continue reading
Hobson went into breakfast with Father this morning so I was left alone. ‘Middle’, perhaps only my imagination, seemed rather constrained and I was quite glad when the meal was over. We had a somewhat unexpected ‘play’ today so we … Continue reading
I cannot fathom the latest turn affairs have taken. To all intents and purposes I am forgiven by all concerned while poor Hobson still remains under a cloud. At lunch today Father left us and it was a little awkward … Continue reading
‘Oh! What a crocodilian world is this’ as Quarles sings. I was late for Prep for the first time this morning. Hobson told me that not a word was said to him about the row in the Big Dormitory last … Continue reading
War! War! War! I thought everything was going too smoothly so tonight we have had a regular ‘bust up’ before which all the events of the day pale into insignificance, while Hobson and myself are fairly ‘in the Soup’. Put … Continue reading
Last night at 9.30 I was up in my room with the light on when whoever it was who had had a bath came out of the bathroom. Seeing the light he scuttled up stairs and I heard a loud … Continue reading
This morning the ‘Daily Graphic’ has got an article on Westminster Football and a picture of young Gow. The superlatives were a little exhausting to read. Hobson made the brilliant suggestion that I should read a paper on ‘The migration … Continue reading
Nothing of especial interest has happened today. I employed Morning Prep in copying my predecessors as Head of Grants into the House Ledger. Third hour we went to John Sargeaunt. Wood worried J.S. this morning so he couldn’t resist having … Continue reading
. Today the new boys commence fagging so I got hold of Smurthwaite and told him he needn’t fetch Father for lunch, little Tunnecliffe better do it — to which he replied in a disappointed manner ‘Oh needn’t I. I … Continue reading