He might be the funny man of the school, but he was also one of the most brilliant.

He gave his masters the impression of a boy who really delighted in getting on; who was really keen about mastering a difficult subject.

His vivacity and freshness, his energy and vigour, helped him to take pleasure in work which to another boy, less physically blessed, would have been an irksome toil; but though his body may have projected him some distance upon his way, it was his soul that really carried him triumphantly through.

The spirit of Baden-Powell in those days was what it is now--supremely intent upon beating down obstacles in his path, and resolute to do well whatever the moment's duty might be.

So the boy who was setting a football field on the roar at one moment, at the next would be sitting with fixed eyes and knit brows, "hashing" at Latin verses, as serious as a leader-writer hurling his bolts at the European Powers.
The master who best remembers B.-P.