His First School.

Radio Record, Volume II, Issue 12, 16 November 1928, Page 13

His First School.

QARBAT was the excitement within our small home. Morning tea was_ terrifyingly early, small hands and feeth were cleaned, small pants and e-inspiring tie adjusted, "parting" most correctly arranged, breakfast gong most promptly obeyed-all with a strange sense of quiet, as of great things about to happen. The walk along’ the road, too, was accompanied obviously by the silence of great thoughts. And so we approach the Gates of the Future. A little warm hand quickly withdrawn from mine, a jerking back of the shoulders, sudden lifting of manly head-and Peter, aged five (only last Wednesday the fateful birthday) passed out of babyhood into boyhood, through the gates, along the path and into the midst of a jolly chattering throng of reunited and welcoming elders. There was no backward glance, no last loving embrace as always beforeand I, his mother, had perforce to turn away, a little sadder, immeasurably prouder, perhaps wondering just for a moment or two whether the gain was quite as big as the loss-doubts answered immediately by the remembrance of two bright, eager eyes, hopeful and smiling, passing from one new jolly face to another; and by the realisation that though from to-day onwards he will never again be completely mine, yet I have on this historic morning sent out into the world, as well prepared as care and mcdern thought and patient study have permitted, the makings of a potential Gentleman of England,-M.D.