1st Play Night I went out about 7 o’clock and Boult, Chapman, Low and myself sat together in the Gods where there was a fine squash every inch of room being filled and I had to take a child on … Continue reading
Barrington-Ward has got a Balliol Scholarship. Personally I am delighted but I still think it revolutionary and wrong from the Christ Church point of view. However it’s the blue-ribbon of Scholarships and as a friend I am more than pleased. … Continue reading
I really believe we have succeeded in squashing Whitmore, he seems subdued today, though he poses as a martyr and I gather rather that Hall disapproved of his execution. I expect that I am unpopular for the moment but it … Continue reading
It is no good. I tried hard to be ‘a very great seigneur indeed’ tonight but like Rowland Edwards and his philosophy ‘my cheerfulness kept breaking in!’ In other words I had up Sedgwick for being out of bed. He … Continue reading
Today we are faced with another problem. ‘Dearmer‘, so his mother writes (though unbeknown to him), ‘arrived home feeling very sick and with his trousers slashed rent.’ He had, apparently owing to having got up top in his form, been … 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
. 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
By a superhuman effort I managed to be first down this morning and proceeded in to Breakfast. Said my first grace and did not, I fear, take Reed’s very characteristic advice when I asked him last term if there was … Continue reading