courage and his caustic tongue. It was his distinction to rule by dint of personality unaided by athletic prowess, and during his four terms of authority there can have been few better houses than Heriot's in any school. Shockley likened it to a nunnery without the nuns, and left in disgust for reasons best known to himself and Crabtree. Buggins and the portly Eyre grew into comparatively harmless and even useful members of the community. And the fluent and versatile Chips learnt a lesson or so for the term of his literary life.
"I wish you'd write of people by their names, instead of 'the latter' and 'the former'!" said Crabtree, coming into Chips's study with a proof. "And I say, look here! I'm blowed if I have 'The Promise of May' dragged in because we happen to have lost a match in June! And we won't butter Rutter more than twice in four lines, if you don't mind, Chips."
But Crabtree was not cricketer enough to perceive the quality of the butter apart from the quantity, and some sad samples escaped detection. They still disfigure certain back numbers to be found upon the shelves of the new school library. "Rutter took out his bat for a steadily-played five," for instance; and "the third ball—a beauty—bowled Rutter for a well-earned eight." They were certainly Jan's two longest scores for the team, for he was no batsman, but even on firmer ground the partial historian went much too far. "Better bowling than Rutter's in this match it would be impossible to imagine. His length was only surpassed by his break, and many of his deliveries were simply unplayable." Jan really had taken six wickets on the occasion of this eulogy, but at no inconsiderable cost, and the writer was unable to maintain his own note in the concluding paragraph of the report; "At the end of the first day's
