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 ��ISUSTER AND PUPIL

(To J. F. R.)

Tw'O years ago I taught him Greek,

And used to give him hints on bowling : His classics were a trifle weak ;

His "action" needed some controlling. Convinced of my superior nous

I thought him crude, and I was rather Inclined, as master of his House,

To treat him like a heavy father.

I wrote the usual reports

Upon his "lack of concentration" ; Though certainly at winter Sports

He did not earn this condemnation. I took him out San Moritz way

One Christmas, and our roles inverted, For in the land of ski and sleigh

His mastery was soon asserted.

I thought him just a normal lad, Well-mannered, wholesome, unaffected ;

The makings of a Galahad

In him I had not yet detected ;

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