But we're not obliged to have him captain here, and what's more, we don't mean to! (Terrific cheers, especially from the juniors.) Mr Bloomfield's our man.

Only to-day he stopped a row in the Fourth in two minutes which Mr Riddell couldn't have stopped if he'd stayed till now." (Laughter, and cries of "Give him a clothes-brush!") "The fellows all look up to Mr Bloomfield.

He ran grandly for the school at the sports the other day, and licked the London fellow.

(Here the enthusiasm became positively deafening.) What's Mr Riddell done for the school?
I should like to know.

We want a fellow who has done something for the school, and, I repeat, Mr Bloomfield's our man, and I hope you'll elect him Speaker." Game sat down amidst a tempest of applause, which brought a flush of pleasure even to his serious face.
Many curious eyes were turned to Riddell to see the effect of this uncomplimentary oration upon him.
At first he had looked nervous and uncomfortable, and had even whispered to Fairbairn, who sat next him, "Don't you think I'd better go ?" "For goodness' sake, no!" exclaimed Fairbairn.