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My First Football Match My First Football Match

My First Football Match
It was a proud moment in my existence when Wright, captain of our football club, came up to me in school one Friday and said, "Adams, your name is down to play in the match against Craven to-morrow." I could have knighted him on the spot. To be one of the picked "fifteen," whose glory it was to fight the battles of their school in the Great Close, had been the leading ambition of my life--I suppose I ought to be ashamed to confess it--ever since, as a little chap of ten, I entered Parkhurst six years ago. Not... Short Stories - Post by : r_plesoiu - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 3369

The Parkhurst Paper-chase The Parkhurst Paper-chase

The Parkhurst Paper-chase
"The meet is to be at one o'clock, sharp, in the Dean's Warren--don't forget!" So said Forwood, the "whipper-in" of the Parkhurst Hare and Hounds Club, to me, one March morning in the year 18--. I had no need to be reminded of the appointment; for this was the day of the "great hunt" of the year, always held by the running set at Parkhurst School to yield in interest to no other fixture of the athletic calendar. In fine weather, and over good country, a paper-chase is one of the grandest sports ever indulged in--at least, so we thought... Short Stories - Post by : Success2004 - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 3319

The Parkhurst Boat-race The Parkhurst Boat-race

The Parkhurst Boat-race
"Adams is wanted down at the boat-house!" Such was the sound which greeted my ears one Saturday afternoon as I lolled about in the playground at Parkhurst, doing nothing. I jumped up as if I had been shot, and asked the small boy who brought the message who wanted me. "Blades does; you've got to cox the boat this afternoon instead of Wilson. Look sharp!" he said, "as they're waiting to start." Off I went, without another word, filled with mingled feelings of wonder, pride, and trepidation. I knew Wilson, the former coxswain of the school boat,... Short Stories - Post by : stingray - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 3319

Parkhurst Versus Westfield Parkhurst Versus Westfield

Parkhurst Versus Westfield
"Now, Parkhurst, turn out sharp! They are going in first." So shouted Steel, the captain of our eleven, putting his head in at the door of the tent in which we were arraying ourselves in flannels and spiked shoes, and otherwise arming for the great match against Westfield School, which was now about to commence. We always looked upon these Westfield fellows as our most dangerous rivals on the cricket field (much in the light in which we esteemed Craven where football was concerned), and the match in which our respective pretensions were yearly settled was, I need hardly... Short Stories - Post by : philin - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 666

A Boating Adventure At Parkhurst A Boating Adventure At Parkhurst

A Boating Adventure At Parkhurst
Once, and once only, did I play truant from Parkhurst, and that transgression was attended with consequences so tragical that to this day its memory is as vivid and impressive as if the event I am about to record had happened only last week, instead of a quarter of a century ago. I shall recall it in the hope of deterring my readers from following my foolish example--or at least of warning them of the terrible results which may ensue from a thoughtless act of wrong-doing. I have already mentioned that Parkhurst stood some two or three miles above the point... Short Stories - Post by : Dealmaker - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 2496

'fivers' Versus 'sixers' At Parkhurst "fivers" Versus "sixers" At Parkhurst

'fivers' Versus 'sixers' At Parkhurst
"I tell you what it is, you fellows, I shall learn to swim!" The speaker was Bobby Jobson, a hero of some thirteen summers, who, in company with four of us, his schoolfellows, sat on the bank of the Colven, under some willows, dabbling his shins in the clear water of the river. The summer had been tremendously hot. Cricket was out of the question, and boating equally uninviting. The playground had been left deserted to bake and scorch under the fierce sun, and the swings and poles in the gymnasium had blistered and cracked in solitude.... Short Stories - Post by : PeterRumgay - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 3164

Athletic Sports At Parkhurst Athletic Sports At Parkhurst

Athletic Sports At Parkhurst
The last Saturday before the summer holidays was invariably a great day at Parkhurst. The outdoor exercises of the previous ten months culminated then in the annual athletic sports, which made a regular field-day for the whole school. Boys who had "people" living within a reasonable distance always did their best to get them over for the day; the doctor--an old athlete himself--generally invited his own party of friends; and a large number of spectators from Parkhurst village and the neighbourhood were sure to put in an appearance, and help to give importance to the occasion. Athletic sports... Short Stories - Post by : imosuccess - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 1047

The Sneak The Sneak

The Sneak
Sneak! It's an ugly name, but not ugly enough, believe me, for the animal it describes. Like his namesake, the snake, he may be a showy enough looking fellow at first sight, he may have the knack of wriggling himself into your acquaintance, and his rattle may amuse you for a time, but wait till he turns and stings you! I am at a loss how to describe in a few words what I--and, I expect, most of us--mean when we talk of a sneak. He is a mixture of so many detestable qualities. There is a large... Short Stories - Post by : pehjr99 - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 2133

The Sulky Boy The Sulky Boy

The Sulky Boy
We all know him. He might be a good-looking fellow, perhaps, if it weren't for the scowl over his eyes and the everlasting pout about his lips. He skulks about with his hands in his pockets, and his head hung down. We all make room for him, and give him a wide berth; no one is anxious to be chosen upon the same side with him at chevy, or to get the desk next his in school. It's a fact we are all afraid of him, though we all despise him. He makes everybody unhappy, by... Short Stories - Post by : joannent - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 2151

The Easy-going Boy The Easy-going Boy

The Easy-going Boy
It is a common complaint in these degenerate days that we live harder than our fathers did. Whatever we do we rush at. We bolt our food, and run for the train; we jump out of it before it has stopped, and reach the school door just as the bell rings; we "cram" for our examinations, and "spurt" for our prizes. We have no time to read books, so we scuttle through the reviews, and consider ourselves up in the subject; we cut short our letters home, and have no patience to sit and hear a long story... Short Stories - Post by : Charlie_Pilgrim - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 1547

The Boy Who Is 'never Wrong' The Boy Who Is "never Wrong"

The Boy Who Is 'never Wrong'
One might fancy at the first blush, that such a boy is one to be envied, admired, and caressed above all others. Never wrong! What would not some of us give to have the same said of us? Aren't _we_ always blundering and losing our way and making asses of ourselves every day of our lives? What wonder then if to us a being who is "never wrong" should appear almost superhuman in his glory? But, so far from being the noble, delightful creature one would expect, the boy I am speaking of is an odious fellow,... Short Stories - Post by : wealth-masters - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 685

The Untidy Boy The Untidy Boy

The Untidy Boy
Look at him! You could tell he was an untidy fellow at a single glance. One of his bootlaces is hanging loose, and the band of his scarf has slipped up above his collar. Though it is a fine day, his trouser legs are splashed up to the knee; and as for a parting to his hair, you might as well expect an Indian jungle to be combed. His hands are all over ink, and the sticky marks about his mouth tell their own tale. In short, Jack Sloven is a dirty boy, and is anything but... Short Stories - Post by : alleymize - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 1629

The Scapegrace The Scapegrace

The Scapegrace
The fellow's always in a row! No matter what it's about; no matter whose fault it is; no matter how he tried to keep out of it; it's always the same--he's in a row. To fancy him not in a row would involve a flight of imagination of which we, at any rate, are utterly incapable. He has lived in an atmosphere of rows--rows in the nursery, rows at the dinner table, rows in the schoolroom, rows in the playground. His hands are like leather, so often have they been caned; his ears are past all feeling, so... Short Stories - Post by : zalmyb - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 899

The Unoriginal Boy The Unoriginal Boy

The Unoriginal Boy
It takes one a long time to discover that there is something wanting in the character of Ebenezer Ditto; and it takes a longer time still to make out exactly what that something is. He's an ordinary-looking and ordinarily-behaved boy. There's nothing amiss with the cut of his coat--it's neither extra grand nor extra shabby; there's nothing queer about his voice--he doesn't stammer and he doesn't squeak; there's nothing remarkable about his conversation or his actions--he's not a dunce, though he's not clever; he's not a scamp, though he's not goody; he never offends any one, though he never... Short Stories - Post by : meaghert - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 3125

The Duffer The Duffer

The Duffer
What school is without its duffer, I wonder? Of course, none of us answer to the name, but we all know somebody who does, and it's a curious thing nobody ever thoroughly dislikes a duffer. Why? Well, one reason may be that there's nothing as a rule objectionable about such fellows, and another is that we are always ready enough to forgive one who makes us laugh; but I have an idea that the best reason why we are all so tolerant of duffers is that we are able to remind ourselves, when laughing at them, how very... Short Stories - Post by : atisa - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 2196

The Dandy The Dandy

The Dandy
Fine feathers make fine birds. This is a proverb which a great many people in our country--especially young people--most devoutly believe in, and they show their belief in a very emphatic way. They rig themselves out in the height of the fashion, no matter how ridiculous it is, or how uncomfortable; they take airs upon themselves which do not properly belong to them; they try to pass for something finer than they are, and if they do not end by being laughed at it is no fault of theirs. You never saw such a dandy as we had at... Short Stories - Post by : Larryg - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 3045

The Growler The Growler

The Growler
Who doesn't know Growler, of our school? He was a sort of fellow nothing and nobody could satisfy. If Growler were a week in an African desert without a drop of water to drink, and some one were then to come and offer him a draught, you may depend upon it the fellow would have something to find fault with. The rim of the bowl would be too thick, or there would be a flavour of sand in the water, or the Good Samaritan who held it to his parched lips wouldn't tilt it up exactly when he... Short Stories - Post by : Rockininlb - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 2597

The Bully The Bully

The Bully
There are bullies and bullies. There is the big brother, for instance, who considers it as much part of his duty to administer an occasional cuff to his youthful relative, as he does to stroke his own chin for the first sign of a beard, or to wear his tall hat on Sundays. That is not the sort of bullying any one complains of. Pretty sort of fellows some of us would have turned out if we hadn't come in for a little wholesome knocking about in our day! What's the use of big brothers, we should... Short Stories - Post by : WastedFate - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 842

William The Atheling; Or, The Wreck Of The 'white Ship' William The Atheling; Or, The Wreck Of The "white Ship"

William The Atheling; Or, The Wreck Of The 'white Ship'
The eager crowd thronged the little Norman seaport of Barfleur. Knights in armour, gay ladies and merry children mingled in the narrow streets which led down to the bustling harbour, in which lay at anchor a gay fleet of ships, decked with pennons and all the marks of festivity and rejoicing. One man's name was on every lip, and in expectation of that man's arrival this brave company lined the seashore and its approaches. Presently was heard a distant trumpet note, and then a clatter of many horses. "He comes!" shouted the crowd. "Long live our Duke Henry!"... Short Stories - Post by : musashi - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 2179

John Plantagenet, The Boy Who Broke His Father's Heart John Plantagenet, The Boy Who Broke His Father's Heart

John Plantagenet, The Boy Who Broke His Father's Heart
A youth was pacing restlessly to and fro in a wood bordering on the old town of Tours, in France. He was scarcely twenty years of age, and of a forbidding countenance. Cruelty and cunning were stamped on his features, and as he strode aimlessly among the trees, muttering to himself, and striking often with his sheathed sword at the bushes and twigs in his path, he seemed to be the victim of an evil passion, with nothing to make a man love him or desire his acquaintance. His muttering not unfrequently rose to the pitch of talking aloud,... Short Stories - Post by : rush2pro - Date : May 2011 - Author : Talbot Baines Reed - Read : 2768