Pharos No. 26 December 1917

The next number of The Pharos will appear about March 27th. Contributions should be handed in not later than March 6th.

Copies of the current issue of The Pharos or of back numbers which are in stock may be obtained from the Editor, price 6d.; post free, 7d.

The Editor would be glad to have the names and addresses of Old Pharosians and others who would like to receive copies.

The Autumn Term will close on Wednesday the 19th December, 1917. The Spring Term lasts from January 10th to April 10th, 1918, both dates inclusive, and all boys taking out railway passes should make a note of these dates for that purpose.

From time to time Old Pharosians come into the new School on their return to Dover for holidays or for leave, The School is always delighted to see them, and the Headmaster and Staff invariably willingly make it convenient to give up some of their time to recall memories of the past, They will be specially welcome at School Prayers, and it win be a pleasure to show them over the new building immediately afterwards. Our readers are referred to the column of numerous and interesting items of Old Members of the School on pages 55-57.

(1) Miss B. JACKSON, B.A., 1st Class Honours in English, formerly of Wrexham Secondary School, Bangor University College, North Wales, and an Oxford Research Student immediately previous to her joining toe Staff.

(2) Miss M. E. BROWNE, B.A., London, of Bedford College, London, and the London Day Training College.

(3) Mrs. E. M. WALLIS, who is responsible for the organisation of the geography teaching throughout the School, and whose husband's name is well-known to us as the writer of many textbooks on the subject.

(4) Mrs. THOMAS. We are all most grateful to Mrs. Thomas for joining the Staff temporarily at a crisis. Some of us remember well the excellent work she did in the former Dover Municipal secondary School. We know the keen interest which she has always taken in the boys and School during the past twelve years, and we are confident that her short stay with us will be one of the pleasantest memories both for herself and the boys she has been teaching.

There was a deficit of two guineas with regard to the Annual Cricket Match, "Parents versus Sons," but we are glad to report that this has been met by subscriptions from those Fathers who had the "misfortune" to be personal friends of the Headmaster. Indeed, there is now a credit balance of 15/6, which will be placed at the disposal of the Sports Fund. We tender our warmest thanks to those who so willingly assisted us, and particularly to those who, though absent from the wickets, are present on the subscription list.

ANOTHER Christmas has come round to find our supporters still scattered, alas! and with but little prospect of a speedy re-union. May we, in the name of the School, extend our heartiest good wishes to all absent members, from the permanent Editor, now in France, to Old Pharosians in all parts of the world.

Congratulations are due to the boys for the large number of contributions which have been sent in for this issue of The Pharos. One form in particular has submitted excellent work. Several contributions are unavoidably held over for lack of space.

As last year, we are having no Prize Day, and the Oxford Local Certificates were given out informally after morning prayers on 17th November.

We have had brief visits this Term from Mr. Wheeler, Mr. Baxter and Mr. Walker. The latter is now engaged on flying-boat work and gives cheery accounts of life on H.M.S. Crystal Palace.

Mr. Darby has recently been drafted out to France with the R.G.A. He writes on 17th November; "I have had plenty of hard work since coming out, but the food is good and plentiful. We have been shifting our billets to-day and are now still further back from the line. My home is with three others, in a sandbagged shelter, which is at present rather bare, but we shall make it comfortable, no doubt, though it is not certain whether we shall have ornaments on the mantelpiece and a chandelier with incandescent lights."

Mr. Tunnell is at present home on leave and will shortly join an O.T.C. with a view to taking up a commission.

Mr. James describes a run up behind the lines in a side-car with a despatch rider on motor cycle one night in October. He says: "It is very interesting and astonishing to run through the vast paraphernalia of war work, and difficult to realise the machinery of it all. It seems on so gigantic a scale and to cover such a huge area." He laments the fact that sketching and photography are not allowed, confronted as he is at every turn with tempting pictures of quaint, medieval scenery.

Mr. Mamlock, who, on joining the RA.M.C., was stationed at Black pool, is now in German East Africa.

We tender our hearty congratulations to Mr. Schofield (Senior Science Master, 1914-16) on his receiving the title of Member of the Order of the British Empire, in recognition of his services in training. munitions workers and erecting and equipping an industrial factory.

During the Summer Holidays the Headmaster received from the Matron of the Hospital, and other letters of thanks for the garden produce which had been distributed. We had very plentiful crops, and sent out from the School garden a large quantity of potatoes, carrots and turnips, dozens of vegetable marrows, etc. Besides this, we have managed to keep ourselves in vegetables (potatoes, parsnips, carrots, turnips, etc) for the past term, and have made a potato clamp containing a good supply. Much autumn digging of the land has been going on, and there is every prospect of our being able to plant, the ground early in the spring.

Since the last issue of The Pharos the collections for the Dover Prisoners or War Fund have amounted to £6 11s. 6d.

A postcard acknowledging our parcels has been received from our special prisoner, Corpl. C. Collier, 1st Batt. Bnffs (Sottan: Z. 3036, Hanover). We are glad to hear that the parcels arrive regularly and in good condition.

REEDER (07/10)—NOWERS.—0n August 28th, at Dover, Robert Reeder, second Lipuienant, —th Manchester Regiment and R.F.U., son of Lieut, R. J. Reeder, Royal Engineers, and Mrs. Reeder, to Mabel, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Nowers, of De Burgh Street, Dover.

WHEELER—CARLISLE.—On September 25th, at the Church or St. John the Evangelist. Ranmoor, Sheffield, a marriage was solemnised between Second Lieut. T. B. Wheeler, Royal Field Artillery, and Miss Margaret Winifred Carlisle, only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Percy Carlisle, of Sheffield. The officiating clergymen were the Rev. R. Everson, Vicar of St. Michael's, Sheffield, and the Rev. J. Lee Nicholls, Vicar of Ranmoor. The bridegroom, who has been on active service in France for some months, was at the beginning of the war Senior Literary Master and Editor of The Pharos.

IGGLESDEN (O1)—HEDGEOOOK.—On the 14th November, at the Unitarian Church, Dover, by the Rev. C. A. Ginever, Henry Alfred, eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. Igglesden, of 13, Salisbury Road, to Lily Winifred, only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Hedgecock, of 7, Connaught Park Gardens, Dover.

Additions to and corrections of former lists.

Durban, T. E. (03/04), 2nd Lieut London Regt.
Fox, W. H. (09/13), Training Reserve.
Goldfinch, E. S. (04/05), Grenadier Guards.
Hadlow, A. L. (10/13), transferred from R.E. to R.F.O.
Hamilton, R N. D. (07/11), Scots Guards.
Harris, C. G. (11/14), Notts. Regt.
Highley, W. M. B. (07/10), 2nd Lieut., Indian Army.
Licence, F. (14/16), Cadet, R.F.C.
Norris, R. G. (06/09), R.F.C.
Norris, B. H. (03/07), Cadet, R.F.C.
Osborne, C. A. (07/10), 2nd Lieut, Indian Army.
Rigden, C. O. (08/14), transferred from R.E.. to I.LF.C.
Sibley, H. C. (12/16), R.F.C.
Took, A. J. (10/15), R.F.C.
Walker, P. (02/06), Sergt., Canadian Infantry.
Walker, R O. (06/08), 2nd Lieut., London Brigade.
Walker, E. W. W. (01/05), Grenadier Guards.

DURBAN, ALLAN EDWIN (05/08),

Died of fever at Pachmarhie, Central India,

August 22nd, 1917.

GRAVES, F. G. (07/09),

Killed in Action.

GOLDFINCH, EDWARD S. (04/05),

Grenadier Guards. Killed in Action,

WORSTER, LIEUT. A. F. (09),

Died of Wounds.

F. W. Ford (11;15) is in a V.A.D. Hospital at Walmer after a sojourn at Warrington and Carnarvon, He says: "I have not had the luck to meet any old D.C.S. Boys 'out there,' but I missed two in a very peculiar manner. During Fritz's big retreat on the Somme, our battalion was engaged in road-making in Miraumont, as we could not keep up with him. Part of a battery passed over a culvert and smashed it, thus holding up the remainder. I happened to mention to the battery operator that I knew a wireless operator named Spain, and he informed me that Spain had just gone back and that he had taken his place, while the officer of his battery was Lyons, senior. With a small amount of luck, three D.C.S. boys could have met in Miraumont."

Frank Chase (10/16) paid us a visit at morning prayers on November 14th. He has been at sea on a transport working for the French Government ever since he left school, and this was his first visit home. His life has been uneventful. Three shots at a submarine, which submerged and disappeared, is all he has seen of actual war. Like other Old Boys he speak "of the great use his French and his experience in scouting have been to him. On the expiration of his leave, he was going for a fortnight's course of gunnery, and then to a ship running between England and America.

C. Blackford (13/17) sent us an interesting account of his new school, the George Heriot, Edinburgh, part of which is printed on another page.

R. G. Maynard (07/10) writes from France: "Tell all old School friends that I have met R. Bond out herep, as well as the son of the school sports-trainer. I daresay he has heard about Fisher. I was not very far away from him but knew nothing about it till afterwards."

E. W. W. Brown writes under the date of 3rd November: "Our Division is going over the top as I write this. . . .. I came out on 24th October and was sent up to this divisional reinforcement camp. I surprise myself with my knowledge of French. I plunge into long sentences and emerge breathless at the end, trailing unattached present participles and misplaced adjectives."

W. T. J. Atkins (13/16) now has his commission in the R.F.C. He wrote some weeks ago: "At last I am getting some flying done, although the weather has been very unfavourable lately. . . ., I have been very fortunate up to the present, having had no serious crashes."

Second-Lieut G. B. Wandle (07) has fought at Vimy, Messines, and Ploegestraat. He was in hospital for some time suffering from shell-shock. He was home in July and returned to take part in the attack on Poelcapelle.

H. W. Gasson (06/11) was in Australia at the outbreak of war and immediately joined the Australian Forces After spending six months in Egypt, he went to France and was wounded at the Transjoy. He' was home on leave last July.

W. B. Green (10/16) has our hearty congratulations on his recent success at the Inter B.Se. (Eng.) Lond:

R Day (14/15) was home in July, after having been torpedoed. We are glad to say he looked none the worse for his adventures. His brother, S. S. Day (13/14) is managing two village branch banks, whilst F. B. Day (03/07), the eldest brother is in India.

R. Fisher (05/06) is a laboratory assistant with the A.S.C. at Salonika, where he has been living in a hut made of packing cases with a tarpaulin ceiling and lighted by electric light!

Percy Walker (02/06) went into the Post Office on leaving school and then went to Toronto and became a conductor on a street railway. A chance incident brought him to the notice of the higher officials, who, discovering his superior education, transferred him to the office, in which he gained rapid promotion. In 1915 he joined the 12th Batt. Canadian Infantry, and within three months had become sergeant. He came over to England in 1916. When we met him in July. 1917, he was holding a staff appointment. He describes life in Toronto as extremely dull.

A. Hall (03/10) was one of three selected by the War Office after severe competition to go on a special military mission to the U.S.A.

H. E. Fisher (05/12) sends a vivid description of what he terms "the longest day and night of his life," when he lay wounded on the field near Bullecourt, while awaiting transport to hospital. He says: "Never again shall I look upon the R.A.M.C. as I did in former days The work in the lines and in the dressing stations was worthy of all praise, and the debt of gratitude I owe to my rescue party, and the R.A.M.C. doctors and nurses, I shall never he able to repay."

As we go to press, we hear that Philip H. Crawshaw (06/08) who was obliged to relinquish his commission in the R.E on account of ill-health, has passed the tests necessary for a commission in the R.N.A.S. at Farnborough and also at Paris. At present he is Chief of Technical Staff in the firm of Gaston, Williams & Wigmore, Paris.

H. E. Cook, L. J. Gibbons, 1st Class Honours, exemption from London Matricu1ation.
A. V. Perry, 2nd Class Honours, exemption from London Matriculation.
G. A. Bond, 2nd Class Honours, distinction in French and Drawing.
C. E. Cox, 3rd Class Honours.
H. Dearling, Pass.

Our hearty congratulations to the above for doing the School and themselves so much credit in a year crowded with special difficulties.

Form Va.—Costelloe, Pelham, Brand, Ryeland.
Form Vb.—Moorcroft (2), Wilson (2).
Form IV.—Twyman, Gosby, Pelham.
Form IIIa.—Gilbert (2), Quinlan (2), Scarlett (2), Wilson (2), Arter, Brown, Watts, Phillips, Motley, Booth.
Form IIIb.—Robinson (2), Ross, Stroud.
Form IIa.—Davies (2), Gambrill (2), Law (2), Laslett (2), C. Reed (2), H. Read (2), Taylor (2), Virgo (2), Roberts (2), Dane, Henney, Russell, P. Reed.
Form IIb.—White, (2), Carpenter (2), Costelloe (2), Greenstreet (2), Stokes (2), Clark (2), Wilson (2), Murray (2), Nowers, Woodham, Broadhurst, Lanchbury, Lamidey, Cassingham, Pudney, Churchard.
Form IIc.—Motley (2), Walls (2), Russell (2), Pay.
Form Ia.—Watts.
Form lb.—Lewis.

The Junior School should note that on it depends the future of the School football team. Although junior matches have been arranged, it has been found difficult to obtain a sufficient number of players to take part in them. At present, there is little enough football, owing to the lack of a playing field, but it is hoped that whenever an opportunity occurs, the Juniors will show their eagerness to join in the game.

Accounts of House matches are given under these notes by the House Captains, but I should like to add that a pleasing feature and one that promises well for the School is the true sportsmanship displayed by the Greens. This team, drawn chiefly from the Middle school plays gamely to the end of every match, no matter what the score may be; it knows how to take a defeat.

The match played on November 14th shows that the School is now able to place a good eleven in the field. It is hoped that, when the House Matches are completed, a series of School Matches may be arranged, and in that event the eleven will require all the support that can be given to it.

The football results for this House, so far, seem much the same as last year. We have beaten the Reds and Greens, but have fallen before Light Blue. In the match against Street's House, the team played very well, especially the forwards who were spurred on by some kind saint to pass, and consequently managed frequently to elude the opposing backs and halves. The match against the Greens was a great disappointment, not so much because we won only by being favoured by a member of Cook's team, but on account of the lack of enthusiasm shown by one or two members of our own team. But out of all evil cometh good, and we discovered that Brown i. could play football, which is a great discovery now-a-days.

Against Light Blue the team played well, Cole and Sibley playing very fine games. The absence of Wood in the forward line was keenly felt, when good centres yielded no result.

To the members of the House not in the team I would like to say that their presence at Crabble to support their team would be greatly appreciated by the latter.

This year, as last, the Light Blues have been successful in the first round of House Matches. In the first match with Bromley's House, Stroud played a good game, putting in many fine centres from outside right. The half-backs were weak, not tackling the opposing forward in the right way. In the following match the House played Street's House. The defence played a fine game, especially Costelloe and Wilson, who gave the goalkeeper little work to do, and the play of the half-backs show/'d great improvement. Following this came the match with Costelloe's House. We had quite a good game in comparison with the others. Every member of the House team played well, especially the backs, IV ho were often hard pressed. In these matches, the goalkeeper has had little chance of showing his capabilities.

I think the whole house will agree with me in saying that next year we will give the Dark Blue's a better run for the shield than we did last year. I should like to say that the Greens' captain is one of the best sportsmen in the whole School, considering the difficulties he has had to form a team.

This term has seen the commencement of a fresh struggle for the much-coveted shield, which, from past results, seems to have become almost hereditary to the Dark Blues. Surely, this must not be! Yet I am afraid that if the general attitude towards the fate of the shield does not increase in enthusiasm by a very great amount, we shall again have to be content with the mere sight of it.

Our team greatly misses the useful help of Boorn and Watson, who have now left the School, but, at the same time, we are glad to see Le Sage back with us again. To deal only with the football team, I am of the opinion that we could do much better than we actually do. For instance, far too much time is taken by many of the players to "warm up" to the task, and even then those individuals think too much of keeping their shirt and shorts clean. Since our last match the team has been very much revised and positions interchanged, therefore we may hope that greater success will attend our future efforts. (A dim voice whispers: "Alas! how often have we expressed such a hope before!")

Even greater difficulty was experienced this year than last in finding a team to represent the Conservatory. One was put together, however, and we played our first match against Street's House. We succeeded in keeping them out for the first half, hut were not sufficiently heavy to maintain our position, and, in spite of the efforts of Pennock, our goalie, they scored three goals.

In the match with Chase's House, we were unable to cope with their superior weight and skill. In both these matches combination in the forward line was entirely lacking. Practically every man, when he did chance to get the ball, ran it as far as he could, without dreaming of passing it, and, consequently, almost always lost it.

In the match with Costelloe's House, however, a vast improvement was seen. The forwards combined a great deal more, and better work was done. Our opponents won by only one goal, while rumours were heard of many others that were to have been scored.

Wilde played well in all three matches, Pennock did well in goal, and Browne, Twyman, and Ross tried hard in the forward line. If plenty of enthusiasm could have made up for lack of weight and experience, we should have won every match, but since it could not—the rest is obvious.

The lack of supporters at the matches bas compelled me to think that the enthusiasm of the House is confined to the team and to a few others. But, stick to it, Greens, and never mind the odds, remembering that "nil mortabilus ardui est."

It is pleasing to report that the strength of the Company has reached a number greater than at, any time since its institution, for eleven more recruits will bring it up to one hundred. The boys who have recently joined have tile right spirit, for they make a very efficient "quad under the Sergt.-Major's instruction, and they are to be found in the classes given by the Co. Q.M.S. and Carpl. Garland. This is what the Company needs, a determination to learn all sides of the work, even though it means time and labour to gain the knowledge, and the usefulness and tact of the non-commissioned officers is of great help in this direction. The recruits from the Junior school are to be congratulated on their zeal and aptitude at classes and on parade.

To Rank of Lance-Corporal—Cadets Gray, Drayson, Jasper, Hyeland, Durban, C. Day, Francis.

To the following Cadets who have left the School the Company expresses its wishes for success:—Sergt. Gibbons, Corpl. Friend, Corpl. Blackford, Corpl. Loyns, Cadet Lywood.

The following Cadets have recently joined the Company:—Worster i., Worster ii., Ward, Wraight, Wilsun i., Watts, Scott, Stanley, Russell, Robinson, Pudney ii., Pay, Law, Le Sage, Moorcroft, Horrex ii., Gilbert, Gambrill, Goodbun, Dellbridge, Churchard, Barwick, Bent i., Bent ii., Booth.

It will he remembered that at the end of last term preparations were being made for equipping a party of boys to go to Waldcrshare. You will not have forgotten, either, the period of incessant rain which we had the last week in .July and the week following which delayed our longed-for departure for nearly a fortnight. To those concerned it was an age.

At last, after patiently waiting, and imploring the Earl of Guilford to let us come, we were told to he there by Monday morning Our excitement was great, and, as we had arranged to go a day in advance, we met on Sunday evening at five o'clock. But, alas! our patience was tried yet more. "Mournful Mary" began to screech, and, consequently, we had to wait till the business was over, when with throbbing hearts we rode off. Picking up another member of the party en route, we made full-speed up hill and down dale to the "Kennels." There we were met and taken to our quarters. The beds having been put down, and the last of the bread and cheese disposed of, we turned in.

Real work began in the morning. Another sturdy farmer and I went down to find the garden, whence we were to draw a daily allowance of vegetables, and we went delighted to learn that the way to it lay through tile orchard. What pains we took trying to find a fallen apple! and with what pains were we rewarded! Two others of our number went to the dairy for milk, whilst a third pair cycled to the village for groceries. At 10 o'clock toil began, and there, in a large field of turnips, might be seen seven "hoers," passing opinions freely on the work in hand. By the end of the day (4.45) we were convinced that the sooner we could get the field done the better.

Next day, after breakfast, seven "honest" labourers strolled leisurely to the farm, arriving there at 9 o'clock. Then work commenced. A walk of about half-a-mile (at countryman's speed) brought us to the scene of action, and we worked with surprising vigour. The afternoon dwindled away, and, to our joy, it was stopping-time again. Arrived home, we washed and changed and came downstairs to dinner. Taking advantage of the Food Controller's absence, we fell to with eagerness surpassing that of the students at Dotheboys Hall. A liberal supply of jam tarts, or spotted dicks, was attacked and annihilated. A walk along the country lanes or a game of "chess" completed the programme, and we retired to the charming strains of a gramophone. Sad to say, the turnip-field required our attention for several days. The first deviation from this job was grubbing thistles round the Park, and it is difficult to say which was the easier, turnip-hoeing or thistle-spudding.

A spell of fine weather enabled us to commence harvesting. Occasionally, when the cutting of one field was nearly completed, rabbits would dart out, and, after an exciting chase, we watched them scamper through the hedge out of our way. Of the Passover supper of apple-turnovers, toffee-cake, sherbet, etc., etc., I will say nothing, lest you may be shocked.

I did not wake up and find this all a dream, for blistered hands and brown skin assured me of its reality.

I hear the sounds of busy life

From out my dull retreat,

I sometimes see the noisy youths

Rush past on restless feet;
But I must in my kennel lie

And feel a helpless log;
Oh! why can I not do and die?
I was a soldier's dog.

On summer afternoons the band

Makes music loud and shrill;
On Saturdays I see them stand

And go through all their drill.

I have a home-made khaki suit,

I'm game to fight or stand,

Oh! why may I not join the corps?
The mascot of the band!

The noise they make when playing fives

Excites me like champagne.
I'd like to grab that flying ball,

And scour the asphalt plain.
My cheerful bark rings out full dear

"When sudden noises come;
I'd like to raise a doggy cheer

And beat a canine drum:

The dinner bell rings long and loud,

The boys all troop away;
I smell the fragrant roasted meat,

To taste I fondly pray;
But I must stay outside the fence

And wait till scraps appear;
Oh! if I only were a boy

Those plates I'd quickly clear.

I think a famous poet sings

They serve who "bark" and wait;
Perhaps some day I'll do a deed

That shall be big with fate.
That day among the doggy hosts,

A hero I shall be;
And then perhaps the County School

May find a place for me.

"NICK."

It will, no doubt, be of interest to the present members of the School, especially those who are of a mechanical turn of mind, to know how The Pharos is printed.

The type is first of all set up by a Linotype machine which is fitted with a magazine, keyboard and cast iron metal pot containing molten metal at a temperature of 550 deg. to 600 deg. Fahrenheit. The operator sits at a keyboard and as he touches the keys slips of brass called matrices (having all their vertical edges a sunken letter) drop from the magazine on to a flying belt which carries them to an assembly block a little to the left of the key board. As soon as he has completed a word, he touches a space-key and a wedge-shaped space band drops into the block. When the block is nearly full, he raises it by means of a lever, until the line of matrices is held between two fingers. These fingers, actuated by a powerful spring then transfer the line to the first elevator, thus automatically starting the machine. This elevator carries the line down to the mould wheel, and the two are held firmly against each other. A block then rises and forces the spacebands up, so that the space between each word is the same; the metal plunger then forces the molten metal against the matrices, thus casting one solid line of type. The mould wheel then makes three-quarters of a revolution, and, in doing so, the bottom of the slug (as the line of type is now called) is trimmed by a sharp knife, so that each slug is exactly the same height. Whilst this has been taking place, the first elevator has risen out! met the second elevator. The matrices are then transferred to the latter, and are carried to the top of the magazine, where they are caught by three longitudinal screws and carried along a ribbed bar. As each matrice reaches the mouth of its channel, it drops into it and is again ready for use. Whilst this has been taking place, a blade has forced the slug between two parallel knives, which finally determines its thickness, into a galley on the front of the machine.

After having made any necessary corrections, the slugs are made up into pages and locked in an iron frame or chase (which, when completed, is called a forme) and put on the printing machine. This has, for its leading members, an ink-well, rollers, a cylinder and a large table divided into two parts. On one part the ink is spread by means of the rollers, and on the other is laid the forme.

The first movement of the machine takes the ink table under the rollers leading from the ink-well, thus transferring ink to it. As the return movement is made, the type is inked by two other rollers which have previously revolved on the ink table. Just before the machine completes its movement, the cylinder revolves and presses the paper on the type, thus printing the pages contained in the forme on one sheet of paper. The sheet is then folded, inserted in the cover and stitched in; the edges are trimmed in a guillotine, and the Magazine is complete.

Once again fathers and sons have met in cricket combat, and once again has youth asserted itself. I attempted to describe last year's game in verse, but as the wretched war continues, and paper is scarce, I must confine myself to English. I hope you fellows always do, but I have my doubts.

The College Ground was well patronised on the 25th July. The boys made a good, if rather unevcn, show. There seemed a tendency to place the bat where the ball didn't happen to drop, and the timbers continually rattled. There was, nevertheless, a lot of vigorous hitting. Perry, Costelloe and, of course, Mills were all there. The Mills combination is a bulwark of our cricket festival. Father Mills collected 34 of the best, till taken in tow by "Tug."

Substantially assisted by the auxiliary at the foot of the score sheet, the sons set their sires a difficult task. They looked like being extinguished, until Mr. Wilde arrived. He smote with tremendous force, and the score rose at a terrific rate. The sprinting powers of batsman number eleven were sorely tried, and I verily believe he was glad to be bowled. It was lucky for the sons that Mr. Wilde did not bat earlier.

I noticed a crowd of boys near the flagstaff. They seemed to experience difficulty of movement, but as one young man tried fifteen samples of a certain liquid, I can only express the hope that he was fully satisfied. Might I return thanks to the fathers who kindly enabled us to provide such protracted enjoyment?

May I, as an old cricketer, advise you fellows to save your old cricket and school records? They would be intensely interesting ten or twenty years on. Here you are:—

FATHERS.		SONS.
Mr. Mills, c Wilson b Standring	34	Dearling, b Pudney	4
Davis, c Perry b Standring	4	Costelloe, b Day	20
Dearling, c Boorn b Standring	1	Lovely, c Yandell b Pudney	8
Pudney, c Boorn b Standring	0	Standring, b Pudney	7
Pryer, c and b Lovely	1	Perry, c Day b Mills	28
Day, c Dearling b Lovely	0	Toms, run out	8
Youden, b Lovely	7	Youden, b Mills	0
Toms, c Boorn b Lovely	8	Licence, c and b Pudney	1
Francis, b Brown	0	Davis, b Mills	2
Wilde, not out	27	Boorn, c and b Mills	7
Durban, b Lovely	11	Wilde, c Pudney b Mills	0
		Pudney, b Mills	1
		Wilson, b Mills	10
		Mills, c Yandell b Pudney	20
		Day, b Youden	6
		Francis, c Pudney b Youden	2
		Durban, not out	2
		Watson, b Mills	0
Extras	7	Extras	26
Total	100	Total	152

The first low whistling of the wind sends a thrill of eager expectancy through the interested audience assembled in the Town Hall. Then—a glorious rhapsody of vibrating sound brings to the mind a scene of vivid imagination, tile distant roll of approaching thunder, which breaks with a crash on the ear, the roar of the breaking waves on the shingle beach. Then listen! Through this turmoil of sea and air breaks the far off peal of shore bells, "Eternal Father, strong to save." What a glorious contrast! How filled with awe and wonder are the audience as the storm subsides! We almost wondered if the organ had deceived us, and a tempest had raged outside!

The circulation of English hank notes averages about £30,000,000. Against securities the bank is allowed to issue notes up to £18,450,000, but for every additional note issued beyond this sum, standard gold coin must be used as security.

When the notes are returned to the Bank, they are cancelled by having the chief cashier's signature torn off. The notes are then ticked off in the register, to show they have been paid, and, having been sorted according to date of issue, they are packed in boxes and sent down to the Bank vaults, to be kept for five years, after which time they are burnt in the courtyard. Every day this costly bonfire is lighted at seven o'clock, and the notes received back at the Bank five years previously are burnt; 420,000 notes are destroyed in this manner every week.

7.15 a.m.—Bump-bump! "I say!" Bump! "D'you know you're for vgetables?" Bump. "Get up !" Bump-bump!

"Oo-oo-ah; oo-oo-ah-urnpb!" (This is a pitiable attempt to represent two yawns). I roll slowly out of bed on to the floor, a distance of about six inches, and scratch my weary, weary head; and even in the depths of my own misery at being so rudely roused, I find energy enough to pity the poor lark who bas to rise even before 7.15, on purpose, I suppose, to furnish a subject for poets.

However, I crawl somehow into my clothes, and stumble down the stairs, and face the washing howls and ah—the—cold water tap. (B-r-r-r!) But here my courage fails me, and I slink past them, trying to look as clean as possible.

Here fellows a walk across the dew-soaked meadow, into the dew-soaked Park and through the still more dew-soaked orchard, until I come to where the vegetables wait to be carried home. The scenery is superb; the beautiful harmony of all things in the Park acts on my spirits, and they rifle perceptibly from about -17 to zero, and I begin to feel happy.

On my return I face the tap with my fellows, and we all troop in to breakfast. The meal over, we rest for about a quarter-of-an hour and then start out, a very motley crew, for the field where our work lies. Sometimes this consists of shocking-up barley sheaves, sometimes of opening-out or cutting-out the sheaves, sometimes in binding them up. If it is wet, we go into the Lime Avenue or the Roughet and do wood-cutting (or forestry, as we prefer to call it). Then the havoc caused by the recent gale is quickly cleared with bill-hook and saw, and at 12.30, our appetites having become too dangerously keen to retain, we dispose of them in the usual manner (though where they go to I have no idea). Towards 4.30, we repeat this mystery of dissolving appetites, and arrive home about six o'clock. We bath thoroughly in cold water (six of us in three small ornamental bowls), and, after dressing, go in to dinner. The evening flies all too quickly, and at half-past nine we go to bed—perhaps. I say perhaps, because most nights we don't. Some episode generally takes place after we are in our rooms—a ghost raid on the master (for all rooms communicate by way of the roof), or a pillow-fight, or a long discussion on such weighty matters as "Should sardines be skinned before packing; how; why; by whom; at what hour, and in which direction?" Finally, however, we sink to rest, with our spirits hovering at about 97.

Last week we held a mock trial. The prisoner was charged with picking up a bomb and taking it home and putting it under his bed. The proceedings opened with the entry of the judge, to whom the usher gave a bow that almost made him lose his balance. The clerk read out the charge against the prisoner, who, upon hearing it, turned with such a grimace upon the two policemen that they nearly fainted. The counsel for the prosecution gave "his Lordship" the facts of the case and then returned to his seat.. The prisoner made his speech, which caused much cackling, and which made his lordship grow as red as a beetroot. The witnesses were then called and the case looked black against the prisoner and the judge's fat cheeks began to expand. One of the witnesses was found to have been bribed, and was removed to the cells on a diet of raw potatoes. Meanwhile, the usher was having a lively time, for he was giving nearly all the witnesses the noble "order of the boot," and every two "ticks" he was shouting "Order!" or "Silence in the court!" After all the witnesses had given their accounts of the prisoner's notorious deed, the latter began to faint, and if the two bluebottles had not pointed their blunderbusses at him he would have sunk through the floor. The Judge found the prisoner guilty, and, putting on the black cap, he pronounced the death sentence in a deep solemn voice; namely, that the prisoner should he hung by the scruff of the neck until he was dead. Upon hearing this, the prisoner turned the colour of a sheet of paper and sank down upon the floor in a swoon, This ended the proceedings.

It came to pass, after that ye Castle of Ladyewelle had become untenable, that the Knightes of Ye Welle did hie them unto the realm of Neuve Scule, in which new and noble dwellynge they did take to themselves a stronghold. This they did call, for love they bore towards their old domain, ye Neuve Welle, and there did they hold themselves aloof from the common folkes. Longe tyme did they dwelle thus, quellynge with rod of yron the turbulent merchantes of Ye Outer Court.

Then there arose one of their number, yclept La D'How, who did deliver himself in this wise: "Brethren, it dothe me much peyne to bid fayrewell to all my gallante comrades, natheless, my tyme is come and I must get me hence, Therefore, I take my leave."

Now, about this tyme, there came one, Xam, for fear of whom many noble Knightes did quake, but to them did we, who oft times had him encountered, speke in such wise: "Arise, brave hearts, and gird yourselves for the fraye; Xam dothe come upon you, together with his captayne, Matric, and surely, if ye arise not from your slumbers and smyte hym with a firme hande, he shall consume you. Remember the honour of your fathers and of Ye Welle and, nothing doubting, advance to battle." Thus encouraged did ye Knightes equip themselves and did so fearfully smyte the armies of Xam, that he did 11ec, leaving Matric their prisoner. Then did they say: "Thus are the mighty fallen; now we will departe, each to his owne horne, to recover from our labours."

Now while that, ye Knightes were thus absent from ye Neuve Welle, there came one, the Lord of Neuve Scule, who, when he did see the wonders of the place, did say; "Methinks this is too fayre and big a holde for so small a companye of men as now remain; therefore we will hold a council on this subject." Accordingly did ye Lord issue a decree, commanding that ye Knightes sholde mete on such a day, which, when they did, ye Lord did delivere himself thus: "Now that ye have recovered from your struggle with Xam, ye must again to the conflict, lost while ye linger, there comes a greater foe, one Yntre, before whom all shall fall. Therefore, choose ye, whether ye be swallowed up or whether ye do kepe to yourselves the glories which ye erstwhile have won. Now there dothe rest but one pointe to discuss. It seemeth me that while ye have such pleasant dwellynges and can perceive the doings of ye Ayre Playnes, your daily travail shall not he done accordynge as is fittinge. Now, therefore, must ye dwell in ye Werk Shoppe, where ye shall find less hindrances to your studyes."

Then were ye Knightes right wrath and there arose a grete murmuring. "Ye noble men." quoth one St. Gadrinne, "why will ye thus be robbed of life and liberty? wist ye not how serious a thing is come to passe?" While tlat ye Knightes held council how best to act in such a case, came one Aer Rayde, at which was ye Lord of Neuve Schule so mightily affreyed that he did barricade all windows and fissures that he might finde, with bagges of sande, for to protect hys following from the attacks of ye Raydyrs.

Then one noble Knighte, yelept El Yevol, did arise and thus his brethren did address: "Now are we bereft of all our noble halls; even the sunlyghte have they from us taken, wherefore will we call our dwellynge 'Ye Blacke Hole.' Now therefore, noble comrades, take heart, and we shall show to all the rout that still have they not bereft us of our ancient powers of governance."

Waldershare Park, although mainly in another parish, is closely associated with Eythorne, and its memories are interesting. An old rime of the times runs as follows:—

There is nothing that can excel the beauty of declining day and the magnificent effect produced by the scarlet clouds burning like watch-fires on the horizon. Even the effects of light on foreground objects, from the dew of the grass to the glitter of the birch trunk or the flash of a waterfall, cannot be more beautiful than sunset. The mountain line in the distance becomes subdued, and the round growth of the forest trunks is moulded into lines of quiet shade. As the sun sinks over the western hills, the shadows begin to lengthen and the trees stand out clearly. The splashing streamlet seems to splash no longer, but to gleam with an intermittent light. At sunset the various colours of the flowers, the blue sky, the copper-coloured trunks are dimmed. The sun which ripens fruit and gives light to the world sinks below the horizon and the

Take me quick to dear old Eythorne,

Put me on the road to Waldershare,

Don't drop me anywhere, but take me just there,

And put me on to turnips, please, and I won't care.
For I want to see those dear old Kennels,

I want to make myself a fanner's boy,

So take me quick to Eythorne,

Take me quick to Eythorne,

Waldershare's the place for me.

Well, now, I'm right at dear old Eythorne,

I've worked at turnips every single day;
You can take me right away, as long as I don't stay

Another weary day at this, or I'll go astray.
I want to do some good old science,

I want to learn the way to win the war;
But, I'm not cut out for hoeing,

I'm not cut out for hoeing,

School's a better place for me.

I've been a-farming now for two weeks,

It's not so bad, considerin' everything.
I'm glad to go away—yet I'm sorry in a way,
When they want to teach us hoeing, they can call another day.

And I'm leaving, too, that dear old grammy,

Pink ladies, minuets, and ragtimes, too,

But we've bad a jolly fortnight,

We've had a jolly fortnight,

And we respect a beastly turnip now.

And what is music but poetry? The number of feelings, passions and thoughts which can be expressed in poetry is legion; in fact, the average man when aroused by some emotion generally resorts to poetry of one kind or another to express himself.

The real poet is not necessarily the learned man, but rather the man who sees poetry in everything and can describe a most commonplace scene in musical words. Thus, when Shakespeare says in his poem:

it is almost possible to see Jock warming his hands with his breath, and the scullery maid watching the soup, although who but the " Bard of Avon" would have thought of describing such a scene?

But if one of the beauties of poetry is its changing of the commonplace into something almost beautiful, its descriptive power and its wonderful way of making one almost feel the passion described has also a great charm. Coleridge, in "The Ancient Mariner," describes the horrible scenes that the mariner saw in a most realistic way, and pictures the ecstasy of the sailor when he is revived by sleep and water. He says:

To a man with any music at all in his composition, poetry has a more powerful effect than prose, however eloquent, as was shown when Cicero made his celebrated poems against Cataline, and so worked on the feelings of the Romans that Cataline was condemned to death. Poetry has always an inspiriting effect, and may indeed be expressed as the most eloquent prose, set to music in such a fashion as to appeal to the hearer in the strongest way.

A little girl had been visiting in the afternoon one of Dover's famous dug-outs, It was now night, dark night, and, having her head filled with brainy ideas for waking a dug-out in the cellar, she retired to rest, You must excuse me, gentle readers, for saying dark night, for truthfully, the moon was shining brilliantly. She had been piling up the doll's house, the rocking horse, the perambulator and the cradle, and bad hung the bed clothes over it all, trying to make it secure in case of hostilities, and was just wondering if it was bomb-proof when, lo, she heard a noise, Sh—! She listened intently, and heard it again.

The truth at last dawned upon her, it was bombs; there was an air raid! When she had at last realised this, she dived into the dug-out, and then——! she awoke, her head aching terribly, where she had knocked it against the wall in diving for the supposed dug-out.

All I need now say is, she found no dug-out to dive into, and she never visited one again.

The Pharos was originally a Roman watch tower, and it is one of the most ancient pieces of masonry in England. The name is derived from the small island of Pharos, near Egypt, where the King, Ptolemy II. built a very high tower. From the windows at the top of the tower, light shone from torches or fires to guide the vessels into harbour. The old Roman Pharos in Dover Castle was built for the guidance of vessels from France to Portus Rutupiae, or, as it is now called, Richborough. Only the basement is Roman work, for the octagonal chamber above was rebuilt in the reign of Henry VIII. Inside it is about 14ft. square. Its walls are ten feet thick and are composed mostly of flints and Roman tiles.

"A rolling stone gathers no moss. "I sometimes wish it did when I have received a crack on the head with one.

"Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise." I acted on this proverb for a time. I may he healthier, it is doubtful whether I am wiser, but I am certainly not wealthier.

"Open confession is good for the soul." So it may be, but it is often painful for other parts of the body.

"A store is no sore." It is quite evident that this proverb was written before Food Controllers were known.

"A soft answer turneth away wrath." I tried this once with an irate form-mistress, but it was not a success.

"Never put off till to-morrow what can be done to-day." This proverb was written before home-lessons were inflicted.

George Heriot's School is a magnificent building and forms quite a land mark. The large main building has a quadrangle in the middle, and two hundred and thirteen windows, each with a different design in carving above it. The new buildings are on the other side of the playground.

George Heriot was a jeweller to James VI., and he left a huge sum of money to build a hospital school in 1628; but before it was ready Cromwell commandeered it for his wounded after Dunbar.

When the troops left it, it was used as a free school for fatherless boys of the City. Now it is used for fee-paying boys, and there are about six hundred boys altogether.

We have lectures nearly every day, and sometimes they are illustrated by lantern slides. There is a large swimming bath, a gymnasium, and a workshop at school. The workshop consists of a woodwork room, a tinsmith's shop, two forges and an engine House.

There are several clubs and school-societies, including a Cadet Corps, a Scout Troop, the Literary Club, the Stamp Club and the Chess Club. I have joined the Cadet Corps, and there are enough rifles for each boy. We have signallers, a bagpipe-hand and a bugle-band.

The word "superstition" is derived from the Latin preposition, "super," meaning "over," and the verb "stare" to "stand," so that a superstition is an ancient belief which has stood over to modern times and remains with us to the present day.

In early times the people were very ignorant, and used to obtain a bare existence by hunting and war. During these days before Christianity, the people, wishing to idolise some superior beings, formed imaginary gods and goddesses, each of whom possessed a certain name and was supposed to have the power to control a special profession or action. When the tribes were troubled with war, they thought the god of war was displeased with them and needed a conciliatory offering. Thus some gods were worshipped to appease their anger, others to gain their favour.

Modern popular superstitions are really the survival in a small degree of these ancient heathen beliefs. These were very widespread in the Middle Ages, when supposed witches and magicians traded on people's superstitions and thus held great influence over them. Examples of this are to be found in several of Shakespeare's works, for instance, "Macbeth," "Julius Cæsar" and "A Midsummer Night's Dream."

At present superstition is entertained only by weak and nervous people, who are afraid their indifference to superstition may harm their prosperity.

One day last winter, I, with others of this School, had an exciting snowball fight with some boys of a school near by. They outnumbered us by about thirty boys and reinforcements kept coming up. We stationed ourselves by a notice board where there was plenty of snow. We stood our ground for about five minutes and then, getting a number at snowballs each, we suddenly charged. The enemy were scattered right and left and made a dash for their school. Unfortunately we could not pursue them further, for our school bell rang then, and we ran back to school, breathless and chuckling over our victory.

The thrush is a common bird in our woods and hedges. It can be easily distinguished by its speckled breast and olive-brown back. The thrush, unlike the magpie, who needs to build its nest high up in a tree to escape the eyes of the gamekeeper, builds its nest near the ground in a hedgerow or a quiet secluded part of the wood. The nest is usually built about February, and is composed of moss and twigs, lined with mud; inside this is a layer of rotten wood. The eggs are blue in colour and four or five in number. The bird is resident in England, but some thrushes come to this land from Scotland. Thrushes can be seen in winter in gardens, begging for the crumbs which we are glad to give them.

That a certain pillar of the School has been made a Special, because some of our evening visitors tried to test the quality of his "head."

That our potato patch might he made to provide plenty of material for Nature Study.

One day last spring I went to Fredville Park. We walked from Shepherdswell across the fields to a village called Frogham. To get to the Park we had to walk through a forest called the Plantation, which was full of primroses. Then we went down a narrow path by the side of a wood which brought us out to the Park Gates. In the Park there is a very old chestnut tree which is called the Step Tree. There are steps up the side, and when you get up them you come to a table with seats round it, so that you can have your lunch up there. On our way back, we passed through the village of Barfreston. There is a very old church in this village, one of the oldest churches in England.

The bee is useful for sterilizing plants; that is, taking pollen from one flower to another.

Coffee is a native plant. Once a year it floods the country and covers it with sudd. It rises in the Abysinnian Mountains. In summer they are roaring torrents.

The people of Egypt possess a form of Christianity. It is irrigated by small canals.

Contents
Notices		Some Curious Facts about Banknotes
Headmaster's notes		Life at Waldershare
Editorial		A Mock Trial
Gleams and Flashes		Chronicles of Ye Blacke Hole
Marriages		A Rime of Waldershare
D.C.S. and the War		Sunset
Awards and Decorations		Farming
Obituary		In a Grocer's Shop in War-Time
Old Pharosians		The Beauties of Poetry
Oxford Lists		A Dream Dug-out
Merit List		The Old Roman Pharos
Football		Proverbs
House Notes		George Heriot's School, Edinburgh
1st Cadet Co. C.P. (F.) R.E.		Superstitions
Holiday Farming at Waldershare		A Snowball Fight
A Dog's Lament		The Thrush
How The Pharos is Printed		On Dit
Fathers v. Sons		A Visit to Fredville Park
A Storm at Sea		Sparks from the Class-Rooms

	P.	W.	L.	D.	GOALS F.	GOALS A.	PTS.
Chase	3	3	0	0	21	3	6
Costelloe	3	2	1	0	6	45	4
Street	3	1	2	0	6	12	2
Bromley	3	0	3	0	0	13	0