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Updated: June 7, 2025
The defeat at Lord's by Worcester and Kent in the same week was a sore point with Gordon. "Oh, did they? I call them rotten players. But, look here, who are pres?" "Oh, Tester, Betteridge, Clarke, Mansell, all the whole crowd." "Good God, 'some' pres! Wait a sec. for me. I am only going to see Chief for a second. I am going to get confirmed, I think. I heard you get off some work for it.
It meant many study hours, and it would also bring him into contact with the Olympians. There was Garter, who had been in the Sixth four terms, and was in the Second Fifteen. He would meet Betteridge. There was Rudd to rag. Prothero had reduced his time-table to one hour in school a day, and was an authority to consult on any subject regarding avoiding work. Davenport would be promoted, too.
Betteridge went in search of Tester and Gordon. "Come up to my study and read a play Ferrers has got hold of for the Stoics. It's glorious stuff." "All right," said Gordon. "I will go and fetch Rudd." "For God's sake, don't bring that outsider." "Oh, hell, why not? He is quite respectable; and, after all, he is one of the best of our regular readers." "All right then: fetch him along."
"When I was with old 'Bogus' I used to prepare my lessons sometimes, and, what's more, with a dictionary." "Oh, Quantum mutatus ab illo," sighed Gordon. "Yes, you know," said Betteridge, "the higher you get up the school the less you need worry about what you do. The prefect is supposed to be the model of what a Public School boy should be. And yet he is about the fastest fellow in the school.
It was only in the cricket field that he really woke up. With great solemnity Betteridge walked forward to toss with Felsted, the Buller's captain. A few seconds later he returned to announce that Buller's had won the toss and put them in. The captain of a Junior House side is always very fond of putting the other side in first.
I want you all to return quietly to your studies, and continue the prose there." Joyfully the Sixth trooped out. Betteridge rushed across the courts to Trundle's class-room. For a second he listened outside, then a great idea struck him. There was still half-an-hour left. Madly he tore up to the dormitories. Luckily they were not locked.
"He is very young," said Betteridge. "Yes; and full of hopes," murmured Tester. "It is a pity to think he will have to be so soon disillusioned. Very little remains the same for long. Pleasure is very evanescent." Betteridge looked at him a little curiously. "I should not have thought you would have found that out," he said. Tester shrugged.
"Oh, I don't think I will, I am rather sleepy." Betteridge was aware of his position. To Tester being a prefect signified very little. That night Carter's dormitory was submitted to a most fearful raid. Water flowed everywhere. Two sheets were ripped and a jug broken. Rudd's bed was upset on the floor with Rudd underneath.
"I do like seeing this younger generation up against the rotten conventions of the mid-Victorian era." "Deal gently with them," murmured Betteridge. "Their horsehair arm-chairs have stood the test of time very well." "Too well: but their Puritan ideas are in the melting-pot now. Their day is over." "You know I am not sure that the Stoics is the right audience for a play like this," said Tester.
I am always repeating myself, but I can't help it. Damn them all, I say, they've mucked up my life pretty well; not one of them has tried to help me. They sit round the common room fire and gas. Betteridge swears Ferrers is a wonderful man; personally, I think he is an unmitigated nuisance. But at any rate, he is the only man who ever thinks for himself. Oh, what fools they all are."
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