THE VIGORNIAN THE WORCESTER CATHEDRAL KING'S SCHOOL CHRONICLE TA MEN AIAAKTA MAN9AN12, TA A'ETPETA ZHTiJ, TA A'ETKTA IIAPA 6E«N HITHSAMHN.
No. 148, Vol. XIII.
JULY, 1937.
CONTENTS. Editorial School Calendar School Officers School Notes House Notes ... Rowing Notes ... ... ... Cricket Notes O.T.C. Notes Band Notes Shooting Notes Swimming Notes ... ... ... Scout Notes Coronation Jamboree P.T. Camp P.T. Competition " Richard of Bordeaux " Speech Day School Concert O.V. News Births, Marriages, Engagements, etc Further Notes on Henry Bright Valete Salvete Library Science and Engineering Society King's Scholarship Examination Oxford Letter Contributions Empire Rally of Youth Correspondence Contemporaries
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EDITORIAL. Once again we are counting the days as yet another School Year is drawing to its close. We have lived through the hectic enjoyments of Speech Day week-end, the battle has been either lost or won against those dreadful dragons, the Certificate Examinations, and now many of us are starting to bianco our packs and fill our kit-bags for the final ten days at camp. But what of the feelings of the School as the termend approaches, what are its reactions ? The juniors, packing away their books with obvious delight, are probably looking forward to a really enjoyable holiday of which every minute will be filled with new excitements and new interests, while the older ones are perhaps looking forward to going abroad for the first time or to some other new experience. And then there are those who are going away, taking with them all their precious belongings, to enter another and an even greater school. Some of them may be going into offices, some may be going to become apprentices and some will be passing on to the universities. Personal experience alone can reveal what these last few weeks have meant to those whose lives have for the past four or five years been bound up here with that of the school, with its games, its activities and all the hundred and one seemingly petty little incidents of its everyday life, of which they will soon be no longer the partakers. Some of those who are leaving try to conceal their emotions beneath a cloak of nonchalance, but at heart they must all feel the same sense of bewildered regrets. Perhaps they are taking " prep" and they think of the days when they used to drowse over their books during that hour and three quarters which always seemed so interminably long, and of how they used to pass surreptitious messages on minute