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Title: Parkhurst Boys
And Other Stories of School Life

Author: Talbot Baines Reed

Release Date: April 18, 2007 [EBook #21137]

Language: English

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Parkhurst Boys
And other stories of School Life

By Talbot Baines Reed
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This is a collection of short stories and articles, mostly about boys at
school. There are four groups of these stories: seven about a school
called Parkhurst, detailing major events such as matches and boat races.

The second section consists of eleven discourses on different types of
boy, such as "The Sneak". The third section contains twelve stories
about boys who have played their part in English History, such as the
two young "Princes in the Tower", Dick Whittington, Edward the Sixth,
and so on.

The final section consists of seven general stories of greater length
than the foregoing.

The whole book, though not really long, is quite amusing, though of
course very dated. You'll enjoy it. I personally prefer to listen to
these books. NH.
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PARKHURST BOYS
AND OTHER STORIES OF SCHOOL LIFE

BY TALBOT BAINES REED

Part one. Parkhurst Sketches.

CHAPTER ONE.

MY FIRST FOOTBALL MATCH.

It was a proud moment in my existence when Wright, captain of our
football club, came up to me in school one Friday and said, "Adams, your
name is down to play in the match against Craven to-morrow."

I could have knighted him on the spot. To be one of the picked
"fifteen," whose glory it was to fight the battles of their school in
the Great Close, had been the leading ambition of my life--I suppose I
ought to be ashamed to confess it--ever since, as a little chap of ten,
I entered Parkhurst six years ago. Not a winter Saturday but had seen
me either looking on at some big match, or oftener still scrimmaging
about with a score or so of other juniors in a scratch game. But f