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DER NEUENHEIMER.
lame ones at that. Now this seems "strange, passing strange," when
we read every day of literature being a drug in the market. We hear
editors, lucky fellows, continually complaining of the piles of rejected
manuscripts that daily swell their waste-paper baskets and offer lucrative
employment to their office boys. I, alas, have not this complaint to
make, as will be evident from a perusal of these columns. My waste-
paper basket has long been empty. I am always ready to welcome with
open arms any little stranger that may chance to pass this way. What
can be the reason of this? Surely not modesty. I think I can say with
perfect truth that modesty is not one of the innate qualities of the
average Neuenheimer.
These remarks apply not only to the boys but also to the teaching
staff of the College who, with one or two exceptions, have not given me
the slightest help in my work of editing the School Magazine. I mention
this as they will probably be among the first to criticise the new number.
Present, and indeed past, Neuenheimers have been very " backward
in coming forward " upon this occasion. Their contributions have been
conspicuous by their absence this term. I am convinced that there is
plenty of latent talent amongst us. The Debating Society has already
brought into prominence some of these budding geniuses—geniuses, not
onlj' in the field of oratory but also in the higher realms of literature.
I am sure that if this genius were only turned in the proper direction it
would produce some work of real literary merit.
-o---
The office boy has had a slack time this term. Indeed, if matters go
on as they have been, the poor fellow will have to be ignominiously
"sacked.'' The very thought of this grieves me beyond measure. It
certainly was very comforting, when one was shivering with the cold and
hurling countless anathemas at the clerk of the weather, to hear him
merrily whistling " It's all right in the Summer-time," or some such soul-
stirring ditty.
DER NEUENHEIMER.
lame ones at that. Now this seems "strange, passing strange," when
we read every day of literature being a drug in the market. We hear
editors, lucky fellows, continually complaining of the piles of rejected
manuscripts that daily swell their waste-paper baskets and offer lucrative
employment to their office boys. I, alas, have not this complaint to
make, as will be evident from a perusal of these columns. My waste-
paper basket has long been empty. I am always ready to welcome with
open arms any little stranger that may chance to pass this way. What
can be the reason of this? Surely not modesty. I think I can say with
perfect truth that modesty is not one of the innate qualities of the
average Neuenheimer.
These remarks apply not only to the boys but also to the teaching
staff of the College who, with one or two exceptions, have not given me
the slightest help in my work of editing the School Magazine. I mention
this as they will probably be among the first to criticise the new number.
Present, and indeed past, Neuenheimers have been very " backward
in coming forward " upon this occasion. Their contributions have been
conspicuous by their absence this term. I am convinced that there is
plenty of latent talent amongst us. The Debating Society has already
brought into prominence some of these budding geniuses—geniuses, not
onlj' in the field of oratory but also in the higher realms of literature.
I am sure that if this genius were only turned in the proper direction it
would produce some work of real literary merit.
-o---
The office boy has had a slack time this term. Indeed, if matters go
on as they have been, the poor fellow will have to be ignominiously
"sacked.'' The very thought of this grieves me beyond measure. It
certainly was very comforting, when one was shivering with the cold and
hurling countless anathemas at the clerk of the weather, to hear him
merrily whistling " It's all right in the Summer-time," or some such soul-
stirring ditty.