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Updated: May 23, 2025
"I knew you'd make a sort of extra-tu of it, you cold-blooded brute," said McTurk. "Don't you want to die for your giddy country?" "Not if I can jolly well avoid it. So you mustn't rot the corps." "We'd decided on that, years ago," said Beetle, scornfully. "King'll do the rottin'." "Then you've got to rot King, my giddy poet. Make up a good catchy Limerick, and let the fags sing it."
D'you suppose chaps with their amount of extra-tu are takin' up volunteerin' for fun?" "Well, I don't know. I thought of doin' a poem about it rottin' 'em, you know 'The Ballad of the Dogshooters' eh?" "I don't think you can, because King'll be down on the corps like a cartload o' bricks. He hasn't been consulted, he's sniffin' round the notice-board now. Let's lure him."
So they overflowed his house, smoked his cigars, and drank his health as they had drunk it all the earth over when two or three of the old school had foregathered. "Don't stop smoking for a minute," said the Head. "The more you're out of training the better for us. I've demoralized the First Fifteen with extra-tu." "Ah, but we're a scratch lot.
On Flint's showin' King has called the prefects names enough to justify a first-class row. Crammers' rejections, ill-regulated hobble-de-hoys, wasn't it? Now it's impossible for prefects " "Rot," said Flint. "King's the best classical cram we've got; and 'tisn't fair to bother the Head with a row. He's up to his eyes with extra-tu and Army work as it is.
"I've got no end of extra-tu as it is." "Well, call this extra-tu," said Ansell. "'Twon't take us long to mug up the drill." "Oh, that's right enough, but what about marchin' in public?" said Hogan, not foreseeing that three years later he should die in the Burmese sun-light outside Minhla Fort. "Afraid the uniform won't suit your creamy complexion?" McTurk asked with a villainous sneer.
"Yes... And I took old Duncan off all games for extra-tu five years ago this term," said the Head. "By the way, who do you hand over the Games to, Flint?" "Haven't thought yet. Who'd you recommend, sir?" "No, thank you. I've heard it casually hinted behind my back that the Prooshan Bates is a downy bird, but he isn't going to make himself responsible for a new Head of the Games.
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