NANCY
DON'T YOU THINK OUR TEACHER IS WONDERFUL?
NAW--- SHE'S
A PAIN IN
THE NECK!
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HONGKONG TELEGRAPH
January 18, 1940.
By Ernie Bushmiller
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"Chips," Chipping, the Latin master at Brookfield School, was called by his pupils since his marriage to a young and beautiful girl after 20 years of bachelorhood, had, under his wife's understanding tutelage, conquered his pupils' anti- pathy and bocomo friends with them. He and his wife gavo Sunday teas for them; he cracked jokes in class, and could tako ono on himself. On April Fool's Day, his clasa prepared a joko that was really meaningless knowing he would ap- preciate it, but in the midst of their shouts of "April Fool!" a lato comor arrived and whispered that Chips' wife and her new-born baby were both dead.
TWENT
WENTY years passed. Queen Victoria had died and a King sat on the throne of England, Bleriot had spanned the Channel in contraption that flew.
Chips, his hair now grey, his face lined with wrinkles, did not appear to be an old man, perhaps because of the humorously redoubtable look in his eyes.
He had become a bit of an eccentric, a personality, al- most a legend of Brookfield School,
It was autumn call-over- in the Quadrangle at Brook- field. The boys as they walked past Chips called their names.
The last, a husky lad of 13, omitted to identify him- self.
"You, boy!" said Chips. sharply. "Haven't you got a name?"
"Yes, sir," replied the -youth.
"What is it? Is it a secret?"
"Morgan, Morgan."
sir-Derek
"A Morgan, eh? I might have known. Trousers too tight.
Morgans always grow out of their trousers.'
While the boy stared in embarrassed surprise Chips tucked up his gown briskly and turned away abruptly, all but colliding with a tall prefect who told him that the Headmaster wished to see him.
As he walked briskly toward the Headmas ter's house, he heard the crash of a bicycle falling in the street, execrations in boyish voices,
Around the corner he came upon a Brookfield boy and a "Townce", a greengrocer's deli- very boy, for various vegetables were scattered about the fallen bicycle.
The youth's nose was bleed- ing. He doubled up his fist and souled the school boy in the eye.
"Oh, you beast! I'll kill you for that cried the infuriated Brookfieldian, and lunged at the delivery boy's jaw.
at the delivery boy. "What's your name?"
"Perkins, sir."
"I gather, Perkins, you are in the retail vegetable trade. Do your duties include brawling in
the street?"
-called--me-a-Town Cheuse," said Perkins hotly.
"Well, he said I was a stuck. up snob," said Colley
"A Town Cheese! That was ill-mannered of you, Colley. The fact that you wear a school hat
and
what passes for a clean collar doesn't entitle you to sneer at hard-working fellows like Perkins. And you, Per- kins, just because Master Colley may happen to have a nockling acquaintance with some of the simpler Latin verba, doesn't necessarily imply he's short on fortitude. erintestinal Come now, shake hands. No more of this nonsense! Come, shake!"
The boys did
rather sheepishly, "If you've managed to knock any sense into ench other, then the afternoon hasn't been wasted."
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RALSTON, the Headmaster, played nervously with
knife paper Chipping took the chair he indicated.
Then he plunged into the matter in hand.
"Mr. Chipping, have you ever thought you would like to re- tire?"
Chips grabbed them both by their coat collars and wrenched them
disgraceful, tonished. apart. "A exhibition?"
05-
him, Chips looked at
"No, I've never thought about
He addressed the youngster it." in Brookfield garb. "Did no one ever tell you to keep your hands up? I wonder both your eyes aren't closed! Now, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir," panted the boy, still exchanging glaring looks with his recent antagonist,
"You're a Colley, aren't you?" "Yes, sir."
"That's a familiar name at Brookfield."
"Yes, sir. My grandfather's Sir John Colley, chairman of the School Governora,"
"He was a scrapper, too! Caned him more than once for it. Do the same for you any time you need it." He looked
"Well, the suggestion's there for you to consider. I'm sure the governors will be prepared to grant you an adequate" pen- Bion."
"But, I don't want to retire. I don't er need to consider
it."
-
"Slovenly,
you any?" asked Chips, bewildered by the out- burst.
gown "Yes. Look at that you are wearing. I happen to know that it's a subject of amusement to the whole school. A year ago I told you I wanted the new style of Latin pronun- ciation taught and you totally ignored it."
"Oh, that! Nonsense in my
opinion! What's the good of teaching the boys to say Kikero when for the rest of their lives they'll say Cicero' Instead of vicissum you'd make them say we kiss 'em!" Chipa emitted à deep chuckle.
"There you are! You hold one But I opinion and I another. happen to be Headmaster here. I'm trying to make Brookfield an up-to-date school and you in- sist on clinging to the past. The world is changing. Parents to day expect something more for few their school fees than a scraps of a dead language."
"I know the world's chang- ing, Mr. Ralston. I've seen the old traditions dying, one by one grace and dignity and feeling for the past, All that matters here to-day is a fat banking uc- count. You're trying to run the school like a factory-for turn- ing out money-made, machine- matte snobs. You've raised the fees and in the end the boys who really belong to Brookfield will be frozen out. Modern methods! Intensive training! Poppycock! Give a boy a sense of humour and he'll stand up to anything. I'm not going to realgn and you can do what you like about it!"
CHIPS
whisked
his tattered gown; about him and atrodo from Rals- ton's study with a determined flourish.
A boy
outside Headmaster's office had over- Henrds enough of the talk be- tween Ralston and Chips. to un- derstand what was in the wind: He ran breathlessly to fellow pupils.
"In that crese things are go- ing to be a little dimcult,"
"Dilleult? Why dimeult? "Do you want me to be quite] blunt about it? Your teach ing methods are old-fashioned, your personal habits are sloven ly, and you ignore my instruc- tions in a way that in a younger I should think hot! Chips has man 1 should regard as rank|· been here hundreds of years. insubordination."
The Head told Chips he's got to resign and Chips said he wouldn't
He used to cont
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NEW YEAR EVE
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Goodbye. Mr Chips
From the Novel by
JAMES HILTON
Adapted from the M.-G.-M. Picture by LEBBEUS MITCHELL,
"If Chips went the whole school 'ud fall down," was the opinion of a third boy."
Chips got to his feet, his face barely under control. his voice faltering.
"Sir John--gentlemen
"Get rid of Chips" cried an- other. "He'd just better try!! But his voice failed and he It he says another word to cowled. to hide. his emotion. Chips, I'l-I'll kill him!"*
"It's good of you, John-good of all of you to take this trouble IN the ante-room
-for-an-old--man."Sir...John of Sir John Colley's placed a hand on Chips's arm,
office several im-
And that gesture of affection portant looking steadied the old Master. "But people waited im before I avail myself of your patiently to be ad- conficlence I should like to bel mitted, but on able to persuade the Head that; attendant said something im- portant had arisen to demand Sir John's attention.
In his private office, Sir John his face purple, strode angrily about, while a man seated by his desk, watched him in agita- tion.
"
"Impossible! Ralston must be mad Raving mad!" Sir John stopped to ring furiously for his secretary. "Get Mr. Martin at once! I'll resign, Hender- son. before I stand for this!"
"Exactly what I said " ob- served Henderson. "The man's out of his mind!!!
"Can you imagine Brookfield without Chips? Why, hang. it, Jim, he's thrashed us both for.
stealing cherries!" He stopper
for a brief colloquy on the tele- phone.. "Martin's boy
heard
the whole row, Jim. Martin's wired to Morgan at Aldershot! We'll call a meoting of the Board
of Governors. I'll wire Grant- ley and Howson. By Gad, I'll call on the Foreign Secretary Forrester's a Brookfield boy!"
In these times Brookfield has need of both of us."
"That's very generous of you, Chips," said the Foreign Secre lary.
"But will it work?" asked Colonel Morgan.
"I shall see to it that it does. I'm even going to teach my La- in class to say 'Kikero'! A few years of that and I'll have to re- firef
TO-MORROW Realisation
EUROPE SHIVERING
Record Cold Locks Up Nazi Supply Ships
London, Jan. 17, Most of Europe in shivering in the grip of an Arctic cold upell.
'THE Governors
The extreme cold has caused Ave held a council and deaths in Hungary and at Budapest went to Brookfield. The Danube is frozen from bank 'to Gathered about the bank. Along the Hungarian_reaches long table in the of the river 1,200 ships are held up, some 1,000 of which are bound for: Masters'
common Germany, including 200 tankers and room, they all faced) 400 grain ships. Chips, seated at one end. Sir Up to 10 degrees Fahr, below zerg John Colley expressed the senti- is generally recorded in Hungary,⠀⠀ ment of all of the Board:
"The Governors don't want) Moscow is experiencing Intense you to resign, Chips. Brook cold, with a temperature of 40 de- grees Fuhr, below zero and bitterly field wouldn't be the same with cold winds. There have been many out you and they know it! You cases frostbitten feet and checks. can stay here until you're a hury All the Soviet schools in the region dred if you feel like it and we are closed and parents have been warned by broadcast to keep the children-indoorï;!. hope you will"
Hear! Heut!" criod several
voices.
Estonia is having the coldest
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