ne of the school.
"I never doubted his word," Dr. Haig-Brown told me, and by the tone of
the headmaster's voice one realised that B.-P. was just one of those
boys whose word it is impossible to doubt. A clean, self-respecting
boy.

He was the life of the school in those entertainments for which
Charterhouse has always been famous, and his reputation as a wit
followed him from the stage into the playground. B.-P. was a keen
footballer, and whenever he kept goal there was always a knot of
grinning boys round the posts listening with huge delight to their
hero's facetiae. He also had the habit, such were his animal spirits,
of giving the most nerve-fluttering war-whoop imaginable when rushing
the ball forward, and this cry is said to have been of so terrifying a
nature as to fling the opposing side into a state of fear not very far
removed from absolute panic. By the way, it is interesting in the
light of after-events to read in the school's _Football Annual_ (1876,
p. 30) that "R.S.S. B.-P. is a good goalkeeper, _keeping cool, and
always to be depended upon_."

But it was not only at football that Baden-Powell spent his time in
the playground, although it was only in football that he shone. Into
every game he threw himself with zest and earnestness, playing hard
for his side, and finding himself always regarded by his opponents as
an enemy to be treated with respect. That he continued to play
cricket, racquets, and fives, although not a great success, is
characteristic of his devotion to sports, and his habit of doing what
is the right thing to do. Then he was a faithful and lively
contributor to the school magazine, added his lusty young voice to the
chapel choir, and was for ever seeking out excuses for getting up
theatricals. Of one of his performances at the end of the Long Quarter
in 1872 it is interesting to note that the _Era_ of that time remarked
that it was "full of vivacity and mischief." He was always a great
success as an old woman, and we shall see that in later days he played
a woman's part with huge success in far Afghanistan. At one of these
school entertainments big brother Warington was present, and he
laughingly recalls how the vast audience of shiny-faced boys broke
into a great roar of delight directly B.-P. appeared in the
wings--before he had uttered a word or made a grimace. Dr. Haig-Brown
and the other masters who remember B.-P. like to recall scenes of
this kind, and it is no disparagement of