PETERITE. VoL. XXI.
DECEMBER, 1915.
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SCHOOL LETTER.
",At the dead of night, a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again." LTHOUGH I was not in the somewhat uncomfortable position of " reposing by wolfscaring faggots that guarded the slain " that the writer of the above seems to have been, all the same visions appeared to me a few nights ago. A vision—I could not possibly call it a " sweet " vision—appeared to me while I slept and murmured the one word " Peterite." Next morning I discovered that the reason for this apparition was that it was quite time to commence writing for the December issue of the " Peterite," and so whilst we poor editors were still glee fully rejoicing about getting the last issue off our hands, we are compelled to get into harness again for our new task. It has been the proud boast of the XV. this season that not a single member was over 171 (the average age indeed was 16.0), and therein also lies the secret of our ill-success. Pace, weight, and experience are perhaps the three most essential things for the making of a good team, and it is in these three things that we have been most deficient this season. In every match except one, we have been out-paced and out-weighted, whilst as regards experience many of the team had never previously played even for the second. In the only match in which we were up against a team of our own size and pace we won comfortably, and it was a very pleasing feature of the football this season, that, even