Severn's Schooldays, by George
Manville Fenn
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Title: Glyn Severn's Schooldays
Author: George Manville Fenn
Illustrator: Charles Pears
Release Date: May 4, 2007 [EBook #21312]
Language: English
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SEVERN'S SCHOOLDAYS ***
Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England
Glyn Severn's Schooldays, by George Manville Fenn.
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Glyn Severn and the Maharajah of Dour, both about 15 or 16, have
been sent together to an English Boarding School. Glyn's father has
been for many years a Colonel in the Maharajah's father's army, but
now the old Maharajah is dead, and his son, known at school as
"Singh", has inherited the title. The Colonel is Singh's guardian.
There are the usual schoolboyish rivalries and fights, in particular
involving a nasty individual called Slegge. A menagerie owner lives
nearby, and among his animals is an elephant who is sometimes in a
bad mood. It turns out that Glyn and Singh, who have had dealings
with elephants in India, are rather good at bringing it under control.
Singh has brought one of his Princely regalia, a heavily bejewelled belt.
One day it disappears. Several people are known to be short of cash, so
are suspected of the theft. Nearly half the book is spent in chasing out
the culprit, but we get there in the end.
However, there is a surprise ending to the book.
It should be mentioned that the title is a little misleading, for
"schooldays" covers well over a decade, but the action in this book
covers only a few days. NH
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GLYN SEVERN'S SCHOOLDAYS, BY GEORGE MANVILE FENN.
CHAPTER ONE.
THE NEW BOYS.
Slegge said it was all "bosh;" for fifty years ago a boy at school had not
learned to declare that everything which did not suit his taste was "rot."
So Slegge stood leaning up against the playground wall with a
supercilious sneer upon his lip, and said it was all "bosh," and only fit
for children.
The other fellows, he said, might make idiots of themselves if they
liked, he should stop in and read; for Dr Bewley, DD, Principal of the
world-famed establishment--a grey, handsome, elderly gentleman in the
truest sense of the word--had smilingly said after grace at breakfast that
when he was a boy he used to take a great deal of interest in natural
history, and that he presumed his pupils would feel much the same as
he did, and would have no objection to setting aside their classical and
mathematical studies for the morning and watching the entrance of the
procession when it entered the town at twelve o'clock.
The boys, who were all standing and waiting for the Doctor to leave the
dining-hall, gave a hearty cheer at this; and as the ragged volley died
out, after being unduly prolonged by the younger pupils, instead of
crossing to the door from the table, the Doctor continued, turning to the
mathematical master:
"I think, Mr Morris, you might be kind enough to tell Wrench to get the
boy to help him and place a line of forms by the wall, so that the young
gentlemen can enjoy the privilege of having a prolonged private box
above the crowd; or, shall I say, a high bank in this modern form of the
classic amphitheatre?"
"Hear, hear!" said Mr Rampson, the heavy, solid-looking classical
master, impressed by the Principal's allusion to the Roman sports; and
he grumbled out something in a subdued voice, with his eyes shut.
What it was the boys did not hear, but it was evidently a Latin
quotation, and ended in ibus.
The Doctor then marched slowly towards the door, with his black gown
floating out around him, and carrying his mortar-board cap by the limp
corner; for while everything about him was spick and span--his cravat
of the stiffest and whitest as it supported his plump, pink, well-shaven
chin, and his gown of the glossiest black--a habit of holding his college
cap by its right-hand corner had resulted in the formation of a kind of
hinge which made the University headpiece float up and down in
concert with his stately steps as he turned his head from side to side
and nodded benignantly at first one and then another of his junior
pupils.
The masters followed, looking very severe indeed; and, following the
example set by Mr Morris, they all frowned and shook their heads at
the great waste of time that would follow
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