THE
ERITE. VOL. XXIV.
JULY, 1928.
No. 259
SCHOOL LETTER. T is with the utmost reluctance that we apply ourselves to the familiar task of writing the School Letter. Curiously enough, whenever the time for hard labour comes (and believe us, it is hard labour), we are always in the middle of some manifestation of Nature which makes the mere thought of work repugnant to our aesthetic souls. This term it happens to be a heat-wave. The heat-wave is a rare visitor to our shores and we hope that anything we say here will not oifend it. After all, a heatwave has its advantages. It displays to its fullest that climax of nature's inventiveness, the British bricklayer. We have had the opportunity of studying the species at work on the new Library Block this term at close range—closer range, possibly than the bricklayer himself might desire ; at any rate one of them has been heard to exclaim that " them 'ere lads be tearing that there building down fuster 'an us be puttin"en oop." The bricklayer that flourishes in the hardy North is very different from his more languid and ornamental brother in the South. It is on record that a visitor to London mistook the bricklayers at work on the renovation of Regent Street for statues. This could never be said of ours. The new Library Block is rising with alarming speed. The mere watching of the frenzied activity at the scene of their labours is more than enough to induce a feeling of languor in us. However, we take this opportunity of recording our heartfelt thanks to the bricklayers both for their masterly laying of bricks, and also for many hours of wholesome inexpensive entertainment.