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To play a brass instrument with any degree of precision, it is first necessary to acquire a "lip" that is to say, the centre of the lip covered by the mouthpiece must harden and thicken before "open notes" can be sounded accurately. To "get a lip" quickly, I always carried my mouthpiece in my pocket, and blew noiselessly into it perpetually, even in school. Tosher had noticed this.
Should one be walking with another boy when passing "Tosher," he was almost certain to say, "You know that Tosher holds the record for broad jumps. Twenty-two and a half feet; he must be an awfully decent chap!" Tosswill had the knack of devising ingenious punishments. I was "up" to him for mathematics, and, with my hopelessly non-mathematical mind, I must have been a great trial to him.
With great valour we dragged down a foe, and toshed him in the bath that had been made ready for us. "The tosher toshed!" The next day we surveyed the damage. All the chairs and banisters were broken, the whitewash was rubbed off the bricks by wet shoulders and nearly all the basins were broken. That day was the day of Lord Roberts's half-yearly inspection!
Schoolboys worship a successful athlete. There was a very pleasant mathematical master named Tosswill, always known as "Tosher," who at that time held the record for a broad jump, he having cleared, when jumping for Oxford, twenty-two and a half feet. That record has long since been beaten.
Chittenden's A wonderful teacher My personal experiences as a schoolmaster My "boys in blue" My unfortunate garments A "brave Belge" The model boy, and his name A Spartan regime "The Three Sundays" Novel religious observances Harrow "John Smith of Harrow" "Tommy" Steele "Tosher" An ingenious punishment John Farmer His methods The birth of a famous song Harrow school songs "Ducker" The "Curse of Versatility" Advancing old age The race between three brothers A family failing My father's race at sixty-four My own A most acrimonious dispute at Rome Harrow after fifty years.
One day my algebra paper was even worse than usual. With the best intentions in the world to master this intricate branch of knowledge, algebra conveyed nothing whatever to my brain. To state that A + b = xy, seemed to me the assertion of a palpable and self-evident falsehood. After looking through my paper, Tosher called me up. "Your algebra is quite hopeless, Hamilton.
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