GOODNESS KNOWS what Lord Selborne must think of the Eton
College Chronicle these days—what with a leading article advocating the Big Go-By for Early School, a poem recom- mending another pint of beer as a cure for ennui during the match against Harrow, and an article fearlessly giving the facts about the state of knowledge at Eton, the Eton College Chronicle is not in the least like The Times. For myself I , applaud the new liberal approach and feel that the authorities should be congratulated on allowing the splendid fact to be trumpeted abroad that thirty-six out of forty-four in a certain house had never even heard of Freud, that nineteen had never heard of Nehru, that to sixteen Bismarck was, presumably, no more than a sour sort of herring. Dante might never have existed so far as another twenty-three are concerned, and there is a widespread belief that Dr. Kinsey is either a writer of fairy-stories or the Archbishop of York. As for Mr. Nehru, it is commonly imagined that he was a Roman Emperor. I'm not unduly surprised that thirty have never heard of Titian (a few thought he was a Greek giant), but it is a serious matter for Eton that the name of Walter Hammond should mean nothing to seventeen.
PHAROS
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