Some Observations of a New Boy
by Douglas J "Cardew" Robinson - written when he was actually not a new boy, but in Form IVc, aged about 14, in 1932.
On September 13, that fateful day,
I tore myself away from play;
My leisure days slipped by me fast,
And holidays had gone at last.
My mummy packed my little bag,
And said "Now, James, you mustn't lag,
Go off to school my little boy,
And be your teacher's pride and joy."
Along the road I slowly walked,
With others like myself I talked;
The distance it grew less and less,
We soon espied the H. C. S.
I walked inside the opening door,
And crowds and crowds of boys I saw;
I said "Who is that strapping son?"
They said "That's Charlie Champion."
Three days have passed; I've learned and seen
Things I never knew had been;
I've found that prefects give you glares,
For playing cowboys on the stairs.
I've found that Charles est un garçon;
I've taught my little brother John
To write out all my lines for me -
So he is learning, too, you see.
I'm trying hard to clean my map,
Which John has used for a paper cap;
Oh, it's so hard for a little boy
To be his teacher's pride and joy.
Hot Breaks (IV.c)
Source: Gaytonian, October 1932
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