Alma Mater
Walk along the top of Barns ground, go past the sentry box, and sit on the terraces; pay your respect to the honoured dead on our war memorials, look at the ancient brick buildings that have housed so many of us and have mellowed and grown corpulent with expansion, and wander through the dormitories in Clark House; gaze down on the Boarders’ Quadrangle and the Crystal Palace, stroll through the Victoria Hall, and take a look at the gymnasium and the Commons Block; then walk across the playing fields, and memories of the flash and fire of College rugby will come vividly to mind, and you will recall the straw bashers going sky high near Basher Ridge and the old war-cry, “Jimeloyo-Ji!”, ringing out over the ground.
Do all or some of these things and a strange restfulness will come over you. The years will slip away, and ghostly memories will become very real. The masters, the Pater Noster of assembly, and the Benedictus Benedicat of grace before meals, all of long ago, will live again, and you will remember the days when we, as brothers, were very young, in our beloved College.
JM Nicholson
Do all or some of these things and a strange restfulness will come over you. The years will slip away, and ghostly memories will become very real. The masters, the Pater Noster of assembly, and the Benedictus Benedicat of grace before meals, all of long ago, will live again, and you will remember the days when we, as brothers, were very young, in our beloved College.
JM Nicholson
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