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Harrow
by Winston
Churchill
I had scarcely passed my
twelfth birthday when I entered the inhospitable
regions of examinations, through which for the
next seven years I was destined to
journey. These examinations were a great trial to
me. The subjects which were dearest the
examiners
were
almost
invariably
those
I
fancied
least.
I
would
have
liked
to
have
been
examined
in
history,
poetry,
and
writing essays. The
examiners, on the other hand, were partial to
Latin and mathematics. And their will prevailed.
Moreover,
the
questions
which
they
asked
on
both
these
subjects
were
almost
invariably
those
to
which
I
was
unable
to
suggest
a
satisfactory answer. I should have
liked to be asked to say what I knew. They always
tried to ask what I did not know. When I
would have willingly displayed my
knowledge, they sought to expose my ignorance.
This sort of treatment had only one result:
I did not do well in examinations.
This
was
especially
true
of
my
entrance
examination
to
Harrow
[1]
.
The
headmaster,
Dr.
Welldon,
however,
took
a
broad-minded view of my Latin prose: he
showed discernment in judging my general ability.
This was the more remarkable,
because I
was found unable to answer a single question in
the Latin paper. I wrote my name at the top of the
page. I wrote down
the number of the
question “I.” After much reflection I put a
bracket round it thus “(I.)” But thereafter I
could not think o
f
anything
connected
with
it
that
was
either
relevant
or
true.
Incidentally
there
arrived
from
nowhere
in
particular
a
blot
and
several smudges. I gazed
for two whole hours at this sad spectacle; and
then merciful ushers collected my piece of
foolscap
with
all
the
others
and
carried
it
up
to
the
headmaster’s
table.
It
was
from
these
slender
indications
of
scholarship
that
Dr
.
Welldon drew
the conclusion that I was worthy to pass into
Harrow. It is very much to his credit. It showed
that he was a man
capable
of
looking
beneath
the
surface
of
things:
a
man
not
dependent
upon
paper
manifestations.
I
have
always
had
the
greatest regard for him.
In consequence of his
decision, I was in due course placed in the third,
or lowest, division of the Fourth, or bottom,
Form.
The names of the new boys were
printed in the school list in alphabetical order;
and as my correct name, Spencer-Churchill,
began with an “S”, I gained no more
advantage from the alphabet than from the wider
sphere of letters. I was in fact only
two
from the bottom of the
whole school; and these two, I regret to say,
disappeared almost immediately through illness or
some
other cause.
The Harrow custom of calling the roll
is different from that of Eton. At Eton the boys
stand in a cluster and lift their hats
when their names are called. At Harrow
they file past a master in the school yard and
answer one by one. My position was
therefore revealed in its somewhat
invidious humility. It was the year 1887. Lord
Randolph Churchill had only just resigned his
position as Leader of the House of
Commons and Chancellor of the Exchequer, and he
still towered in the forefront of politics.
In consequence large numbers of
visitors of both sexes used to wait on the school
steps, in order to see me march by; and I
frequently heard the irreverent
comment, “Why, he’s last of all!”
I continued in this
unpretentious situation for nearly a year.
However, by being so long in the lowest form I
gained an
immense advantage over the
cleverer boys. They all went on to learn Latin and
Greek and splendid things like that. But I was
taught English. We were considered such
dunces that we could learn only English. Mr.
Somervell
–
a most
delightful man, to
whom my debt is
great
–
was charged with the
duty of teaching the stupidest boys the most
disregarded thing
–
namely,
to write
mere English. He knew how to
do it. He taught it as no one else has ever taught
it. Not only did we learn English
parsing
[2]
thoroughly, but we also practiced
continually English analysis. Mr. Somervell had a
system of his own. He took a fairly long
sentence and broke it up into its
components by means of black, red, blue, and green
inks. Subject, verb, object: relative clauses,
conditional clauses, conjunctive and
disjunctive clauses! Each had its color and its
bracket. It was a kind of drill. We did
it
almost daily. As I
remained in the Third Fourth three times as long
as anyone else, I had three times as much of it. I
learned it
thoroughly. Thus I got into
my bones the essential structure of the ordinary
British sentence
–
which is
a noble thing. And when
in after years
my schoolfellows who had won prizes and
distinction for writing such beautiful Latin
poetry and pithy
[3]
Greek
epigrams
had
to
come
down
again
to
common
English,
to
earn
their
living
or
make
their
way,
I
did
not
feel myself
at
any
disadvantage. Naturally
I am biased in favor of boys learning English. I
would make them all learn English; and then I
would
let the clever ones learn Latin
as an honor, and Greek as a treat. But the only
thing I would whip them for would be for not
knowing English. I would whip them hard
for that.
I first went to
Harrow in the summer term. The school possessed
the biggest swimming-bath I had ever seen. It was
more
like the bend of a river than a
bath, and it had two bridges across it. Thither we
used to repair for hours at a time and bask
between our dips eating enormous buns
on the hot asphalt margin. Naturally it was a good
joke to come up behind some naked
friend, or even enemy, and push him in.
I make quite a habit of this with boys of my own
size or less. One day when I had been
no more than a month in the school, I
saw a boy standing in a meditative posture wrapped
in a towel on the very brink. He was
no
bigger than I was, so I thought him fair game.
Coming stealthily behind I pushed him in, holding
on to his towel out of
humanity, so
that it should not get wet. I was startled to see
a furious face emerge from the foam, and a being
evidently of
enormous strength making
its way by fierce strokes to the shore. I fled,
but in vain. Swift as the wind my pursuer overtook
me,
seized me in a ferocious grip, and
hurled me into the deepest part of the pool. I
soon scrambled out on the other side, and found
myself surrounded by an agitated crowd
of younger boys. “You’re in for it,” they said.
“Do you know what you have done? It’s
Amery, he’s in the Sixth Form. He is
head of his House; he is champion at gym; he has
got his football colors.” They continued
to
recount
his
many
titles
to
fame
and
reverence
and
to
dilate
upon
[4]
the
awful
retribution
that
would
fall
upon
me.
I
was
convulsed not only with terror, but
with the guilt of
sacrilege
[5]
. How could I
tell his rank when he was in a bath towel and so
small? I determined to apologize
immediately. I approached the potentate in lively
trepidation
[6]
. “I am very
sorry,” I said. “I
mistook you for a
Fourth Form boy. You are so small.” He did not
seem
at all placated by this; so I
added in a most brilliant
recovery, “My
father, who is a great man, is also small.” At
this he laughed, and after some general remarks
about my “cheek”
and how I
had better be careful in the future, signified
that the incident was closed.
I have been fortunate to see a good
deal more of him, in times when three years’
difference in age is not so important as it
is at school. We were afterwards to be
Cabinet colleagues for a good many years.
It was thought incongruous
that while I apparently stagnated in the lowest
form, I should gain a prize open to the whole
school for reciting to the headmaster
twelve hundred lines of Macaulay’s “Lays of
Ancient Rome” without making a single
mistake. I also succeeded in passing
the preliminary examination for the army while
still almost at the bottom of the school.
This examination seemed to have called
forth a very special effort on my part, for many
boys far above me in the school failed
in it. I also had a piece of good luck.
We knew that among other questions we should be
asked to draw from memory a map of
some
country or other. The night before by way of final
preparation I put the names of all the maps in the
atlas into a hat and
drew out New
Zealand. I applied my good memory to the geography
of that dominion. Sure enough, the first question
in the
paper was: “Draw a map of New
Zealand.” This was what is called at Monte Carlo
an
en plein
[7]
,
and I ought to have been paid
thirty-
five times my stake. However, I certainly got paid
very high marks for my paper.
I was now embarked on a military
career. This orientation was entirely due to my
collection of soldiers. I had ultimately
nearly fifteen hundred. They were all
of one size, all British, and organized as an
infantry division with a cavalry brigade. My
brother
Jack
commanded
the
hostile
army.
But
by
a
Treaty
for
the
Limitation
of
Armaments
he
was
only
allowed
to
have
colored troops, and
they were not allowed to have artillery. Very
important! I could muster myself only eighteen
field guns
–
besides
fortress
pieces.
But
all
the
other
services
were
complete
–
except
one.
It
is
what
every
army
is
always
short
of
–
transport. My
father’s old friend, Sir Henry Drummond Wolff,
admiring my array, noticed this deficiency and
provided a fund
from which it was to
some extent supplied.
The
day
came
when
my
father
himself
paid
a
formal
visit
of
inspection.
All
the
troops
were
arranged
in
the
correct
formation
of
attack.
He
spent
twenty
minutes
studying
the
scene
–
which
was
really
impressive
–
with
a
keen
eye
and
captivating smile. At the end he asked
me if I would like to go into the army. I thought
it would be splendid to command an
army, so I said “Yes” at once; and
immediately I was taken at my word. For years I
thought my father with his expe
rience
and
flair had discerned in me the
qualities of military genius. But I was told later
that he had only come to the conclusion that I was
not clever enough to go to the bar.
However that may be, the toy soldiers turned the
current of my life. Henceforward all my
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