It was during one of these latter periods, in the reign of the first George, that the main structure had been rebuilt and large additions made. A great joke, this growing old--but a sad joke, too, in a way. Over the years, old boys wrote to Geoffery Houghton, a master at The Leys and a historian of the school, confirming the links between Chipping and Balgarnie, who eventually died at at the age of 82. He felt very fit, and the actual work was not taxing. Chips did not hold with all this modern newness and freedom. He once tried to shock his fifth form by suggesting this, but they only thought it was one of his little jokes. It was convenient--that was the main thing.
Afterwards, nobody tried to tease him. But he resaw the glorious hump of the Gable he had never visited the Lake District since , and the mouse-gray depths of Wastwater under the Screes; he could resmell the washed air after heavy rain, and refollow the ribbon of the pass across to Sty Head. He spent a year at Mulberry school. He tore them open one after the other, but each contained nothing but a blank sheet of paper. Wasn't it 'im that got the medal, sir? Hilton's own adaptation of his novel, which was the basis for two films: the 1939 Sam Wood-directed version with Robert Donat who beat out Clark Gable, Henry Fonda, and others for the Best Actor Oscar in what was probably Hollywood's best year ever , Greer Garson, and Paul Henreid and the 1969 remake directed by Herbert Ross with Peter O'Toole, Petula Clark, and Michael Redgrave.
She and her friend had to. Dust Jacket Condition: Very Good. They did not guess how closely he had kept in touch from across the road. She liked him, initially, because he was so hard to get to know, because he had gentle and quiet manners, because his opinions dated from those utterly impossible seventies and eighties and even earlier—yet were, for all that, so thoroughly honest; and because—because his eyes were brown and he looked charming when he smiled. The first British edition went to press in October 1934. Its luck, however, had been not so good; the School went up and down, dwindling almost to non-existence at one time, becoming almost illustrious at another. If she had come along twenty years ago, a time the screen knew a mercurial presence when it saw one, she would have been a much bigger star than she ever has a chance of being now.
That was how she thought of him at first. I—er—gather that discipline was not always your strong point at Melbury? Wickett, before she saved money, had been in charge of the linen room at the School. Chips stayed on alone at Wasdale Head, where he boarded in a small farmhouse. Book and dust jacket foxed; very good with the original promotional wraparound band. Sometimes she persuaded him completely. He had to take care of himself when there were east winds, but autumn and winter were not really so bad; there were warm fires, and books, and you could look forward to the summer. Was it only the century, or was it an epoch? When Chips, dreaming through the hours at Mrs.
His room was furnished simply and with schoolmasterly taste: a few bookshelves and sporting trophies; a mantelpiece crowded with fixture cards and signed photographs of boys and men; a worn Turkey carpet; big easy-chairs; pictures on the wall of the Acropolis and the Forum. Might have--umph--broken his neck, the young fool. Vivid, yes; it was a frequent picture in his mind, that summer day with the sunlight filtering through the dust in Wetherby's study. He was getting on in years but not ill, of course ; indeed, as Doctor Merivale said, there was really nothing the matter with him. Umph—a lot of nonsense, in my opinion. From United Kingdom to U.
The had elevated business risks for most publishing houses, and Little, Brown were no exception. It was typical of him that he did not share the general jingo bitterness against the Boers. It was that which made him decide to resign that summer, when he was sixty-five. Wickett's, recollected those days, he used to look down at his feet and wonder which one it was that had performed so signal a service. Wickett's: I am probably the only man in the world who has a vivid recollection of old Wetherby.
In blue quarter cloth and black cloth with blue diamond pattern, gilt titles to front and spine. He was different; everyone noticed it. You're such a remarkable old boy that one never knows. Lancaster, Latton, Lemare, Lytton-Bosworth, MacGonigall, Mansfield. You must be feeling pretty pleased with life.
Mr Chips, as the boys call him, is conventional in his beliefs and exercises firm discipline in the classroom. His guests found it fun to watch him make tea--mixing careful spoonfuls from different caddies. The same joke about the Lex Canuleia—there was a new generation that had not heard it, and he was absurdly gratified by the success it achieved. And your father, too--umph--I remember him--he used to sit at that far desk by the wall--he wasn't much better, either. Jacket has tape repair to spine ends and folds on both sides but there is only one small chip rear panel top near fold and moderate edgewear minimal paper loss at head of jackets spine.
His degree, for instance, was not particularly good, and his discipline, though good enough and improving, was not absolutely reliable under all conditions. Not scared, mind you—but just, for once, in a thoroughly respectful mood. A pair of first edition, first printings published by Hodder and Stoughton in 1934 and 1938. I have thousands of faces in my mind—the faces of boys. His youth, fresh-complexioned, high-collared, and side-whiskered odd fashions people followed in those days , at the mercy of five hundred unprincipled ruffians to whom the baiting of new masters was a fine art, an exciting sport, and something of a tradition. See any break in the clouds? Wetherby, who came in 1840, restored its fortunes somewhat; but its subsequent history never raised it to front-rank status. I don't mean a lot of hard work for you —you needn't take anything strenuously—just a few odd jobs here and there, as you choose.
He would not go abroad—he had once tried it, but had chanced to strike the Riviera during one of its carefully unadvertised cold spells. And in 1913, when he turned sixty-five, he retired, was presented with a check and a writing desk and a clock, and went across the road to live at Mrs. Boys come and go; new faces all the time; memories don't last. Can you translate that, any of you?. Did it make you laugh?. The books were chiefly classical, the classics having been his subject; there was, however, a seasoning of history and belles-lettres. You've got to have them here, Chips.