Cambridge Letter

J. E. C. Hill (All Souls'). He is at present distributing Old Peterite propaganda in Russia. It is said he has converted Stalin and many others. He has learnt how to make money in seventeen different ways, and how to borrow in seventeen different languages.

D. B. Kingsford (St. John's). He is the moving force behind the Club, and, we believe, behind St. John's College. The only thing he can't work is his car.

W. Toulmin (B.N.C.) got a Senior's trial at rugger, and subsequently appeared for the Greyhounds and the Varsity. Works very, very hard.

C. H. Vasey (Lincoln). We have seen very little of Vasey and conclude that he works and plays hard—or at least does something very hard. We suspect him of rowing.

M. P. L 'Wall (Hertford). It was he who broke the Balliol barge, though he declares that he had no intention of sending half of it over the weir, and hopes that it will eventually reappear. Incidentally he is all in favour of lengthening the swimming test in the School baths. He will tell you all about it.

We remain, Yours truly, THE OXFORD PETERITES.

Cambrioge /Letter.

Cambridge.

December, 1935.

The Editor of " The Peterite." Dear Sir,

The Cambridge Old Peterites and Cambridge men in general have suffered a great loss in the death of Dr. Alan Gray ; until last year, when ill health prevented him from attending our meetings, he was an active and encouraging President of the Club. Known to senior members of the University for his massive good humour and endless fund of stories, he will long be remembered for the many fine settings, which, as organist of Trinity, he composed. To Mrs. Gray we offer our sincere sympathy.

We should like to congratulate the School, and Mr. Toyne in particular, on the successful opening of the new buildings ; the reports of the proceedings reached Cambridge in time for one of the speeches to be quoted in the Union. The sentiments expressed in it certainly seem a little out of place at the present moment, and bore a resemblance to the sayings of a well-known personality portrayed by Low in the " Evening Standard."

Cambridge has been a very political place for the last eight weeks ; moves and counter-moves, Tory ramps and Socialist intrigues, have been the order; the name of Baldwin has been alternately dragged in the dust

and exalted to the skies, and Sir John Simon has been described by almost every epithet known to the compilers of the Oxford dictionary, without Mr. Lloyd George's description being improved on.

And meanwhile, Cambridge has been wet, cold, windy and often simply indescribable, with periods of bright sunshine, which showed Autumn in all her glory of golden, rustling leaves, and made the Backs seem like a little Paradise, set apart from the busy world of work and buses and bicycles and halls and more work that lies beyond the barrier of mellowed college courts and lazy drooping willows, so near and yet so infinitely far away.

And yet men go willingly to Oxford, that sordid motor-manufacturing town in the West. T'is strange, t'is passing strange. T'is pitiful--

Revenons a nos moutons.

J. C. Close (King's) has gone down, and is now the complete business man. Alas !

J. N. Emery (John's) has survived one Tripos and is getting nervous about the next. His new and bouncing motor cycle and his speeches at the Union are both public menaces of the first order. His seat on the Union Committee is now a permanent one, that on the motor cycle purely temporary.

N. A. Hudleston (Trinity) is a man of many parts ; his wireless set is a constant source of attraction, and his ability to stay up without doing visible work is a source of envy. The secret has not been disclosed.

L. A. Little (Sidney Sussex) has a blue tie with broad arrows on it—a souvenir of the long vacation ; he is an accomplished body-snatcher, and his rooms are littered with skeletons and pictures of skeletons, while rumours of skeletons are found in the passage outside.

R. W. Moore (Sidney Sussex) wears the same tie as Doc. Little, but the term was longer. He has run five miles for Sidney, and was awarded his College colours for doing so. His tea continues to be eaten largely by John Emery, and partly by Little's skeleton.

V. W. G. Musgrove (Cat's) has eluded all attempts to track him down ; information concerning him would be welcome.

H. E. T. Summers (Queen's) no longer lives in Newnham, but he still works in Free School Lane. Is rather an elusive sort of bird.

N. W. D. Yardley (John's) is another elusive bird. He always seems to be playing hockey, or rugger, or squash, or something, and he drives a Morris " 8 " about Cambridge—all very rash things to do ; is a member of the Hawks and rapidly becoming a strong, silent man.

Such are we—but more Old Peterites would be welcome at Cambridge ; it is time they took some exams just to get to know the place.

Wishing the School every success, we remain, Sir, THE CAMBRIDGE OLD PETERITES.