the Petcrite. Vol. XXVII.
No. 275.
DECEMBER, 1933.
Eottoriat. " Like to Ahasuerus, that shrewd prince, I will begin— For though mine ancient early dropped the pen, Yet others picked it up and wrote it dry, Since of the making books there is no end." -Browning.
It has been said of the English climate that is has one virtue— by its vagaries it is the most fruitful creator of conversation. No one will deny the truth of that assertion, for no matter what the company, the weather can almost invariably be relied upon to open the conversation—and not infrequently to monopolise it. To-day, as we write, it again asserts its ascendancy—and how should it be otherwise, for may we not be called upon at any moment to suffer the horrors of another local fog? However, the weather this term has really been for better than at the corresponding period in former years ; rain has interfered very little with Rugger matches, and the grounds have been drier and firmer than usual. But to turn to more relevant matters. First, we extend a hearty welcome to Mr. Stevenson and Mr. Cooper, who have joined the ranks of the staff this term, and we wish them the best of luck. At the beginning of term we were all very greatly shocked to hear of the tragic death of W. Allport, who was Head of the School here in 1932. His full obituary and a special " In Memoriam " appear elsewhere in this number.
