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Traill" may be discounted as the ill-natured revenge of a clever man who had mistaken his profession, "The Lanchester Tradition" has, we believe, been generally hailed as a truthful record. Masters at many schools have exclaimed, "How on earth does this Rugby man come to know all about us?"
There were several of us and we had a little caravan the Lanchester, a Packard, and a Ford or two. I happened to be riding in the Lanchester passing through a New York town and when the reporters came up they wanted to know right away why I was not riding in a Ford. "Well, you see, it is this way," I answered. "I am on a vacation now; I am in no hurry, we do not care much when we get home.
Readers of that wise and humorous tale, "The Lanchester Tradition," will remember the comical failure of the head master's attempt at a "Parents' Committee."
Besides these Chesters of the regular order, there are several curious outlying instances in Durham and Northumberland, and along the Roman Wall, islanded, as it were, beyond the intermediate belt of Casters. Such are Lanchester in Durham, which maybe compared with the more familiar Lancaster; Great Chesters in Northumberland, Ebchester on the northern Watling Street, and a dozen more.
He takes no newspaper, except a rag called the Lanchester Mail, which attacks the Government, the Army as far as it dare and "secret diplomacy." It comes out about once a week with a black page, because the Censor has been sitting on it.
And I knew another man who walked from York to Thirsk, and from Thirsk to Darlington, and from Darlington to Durham, and so on up to the border and over it, and all the way he pretended to be extremely poor so that he might be certain the contempt he received was due to nothing of his own, but to his clothes only: but this was an indifferent way of escaping, for it got him into many fights with miners, and he was arrested by the police in Lanchester; and at Jedburgh, where his money did really fail him, he had to walk all through the night, finding that no one would take in such a tatterdemalion.
We were just having a chat when I was literally carried off by that terrible Lanchester woman. Let's find her." They strolled up into the lounge. Margaret came to meet them. Her smile, as she gave Francis her left hand, transformed and softened her whole appearance. "You don't mind my having asked Cynthia to lunch with us?" she said. "I really couldn't get rid of the girl.
The boys wanted me to dine Eddy Lanchester and Montressor and that lot a jolly party, too. I sha'n't do it. I shall have a mouthful alone somewhere and spend the rest of the evening on those rocks. Something's got to come of this, Hunterleys." "Let's go into the lounge for a few moments," Hunterleys suggested. "I may as well hear all about it."
The things ought to be like the things you see every day, but they are a little different, notably the trees. It happened to me once in a town called Lanchester. And there I was received by three fairies, who gave me supper in an inn. And it happened to me once in the mountains and once it happened to me at sea. I lost my way and came upon a beach which was in Fairyland.
If you are what I believe you are, I do not think you will see the light much longer. He rang a bell, and a third servant appeared from the veranda. 'I want the Lanchester in five minutes, he said. 'There will be three to luncheon. Then he looked steadily at me, and that was the hardest ordeal of all.
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