Part 2 (1/2)

There were boys having fencing-matches with rulers across the aisle

There were others who took no end of pains to make paper arrows, or spitballs that would stick to the ceiling In the corners of their desks s in need of fresh air So adventure stories, covered up to look like school-books

In the et your lessons as well as you could

When it ca Hall,”

where four hundred boys ate together

The beef was tough enough to make a suitcase: the milk was like chalk and water: the potatoes would have done to plaster a ceiling or ceh si company?” asked the boy across the table

”What's a brewing coes and cook 'em in saucepans over the fire--e can find a fire”

”Yes, you can count me in,” said Wilf So it didn't make so much difference after that, if he couldn't eat as set before hiht robust appetites to their meals, for they went in heavily for all forms of athletics The boys who didn't ymnasium or run round and round an open air track aIf you shi+rked, the boys theot punished

When Wilf ca vacations he found soamuffins who had no fun in their lives, and started a club for them in his own house There were no boy scouts in those days, when Sir Robert Baden-Powell and Ernest Thompson Seton were little boys theranted that boys would be boys, and it was hoped that they would grow up to be good men, if after school hours they were allowed to run loose in the streets But Grenfell had a different idea

He turned the dining-rooymnasium

He pushed aside the table and chucked the chairs out of the

”Now any of you felloant to can get busy on the parallel bars,” he told theo out into the back yard and pitch quoits I'll take on anybody ants to box with ht it was heaps of fun They could hardly wait for Saturday night to co another boy in the nose, which wasstones at a police-houses where ht thes to do

The saloon-keepers were against hi the our business,” they gruet” hiht they locked the door, backed up against it, and shouted:

”Cooin' to fix you!”

They rolled up their sleeves, clenched their fists, and sailed into hiry crowd of huht in the movies

He had kept hi to play football and he was known to be a first-rate boxer

They flew at hiht of them, but they were afraid of his fists

”Coood 'un, Bill! 'E's spoilin' our business, that's what 'e's doin'”