"And you ?" "Oh, I don't have any luck, you know, old man.

They turned me out of Oxford because I had too much sense of humour for the authorities there--beastly set of old fogeys! Objected to my 'chucking' oyster shells at the tutors' windows--good old English custom, fast becoming obsolete.

Then I crammed for the Army.

But, bless your heart, a GENTLEMAN has no chance for the Army nowadays; a pack of blooming cads, with what they call 'intellect,' read up for the exams, and don't give US a look-in; I call it sheer piffle.

Then the Guv'nor set me on electrical engineering--electrical engineering's played out.