Pencey Prep, Agerstown, Pennsylvania, what a phoney place. Since 1888, we have been molding boys into splendid, clear-thinking young men, what aload of bull. All those goddam phoney adverts they show, with a hot-shot guy on a horse jumping the fence. Its all goddam lies at that place. Thers never been a horse anywhere near the place!!
Anyway, it was the day of the game with Saxon Hall, which was considered to be a very big deal around old Pencey. It was the last game of the year. Anyway it was around 3 o clock or something and I was on the top of Thomsen Hill, with that crazy cannon that they used in the Revolutionary War and all. You could hear all the excitement from the on lookers, especially Pencey students, practically the whole school was their, except me of course. There wasnt many from Saxon Hall, the visiting team hardly ever brought many people with them. Old Selma Thurmur showed up a few times, shes the headmasters daughter. She wasnt exactly the type that drove you mad with desire, but she was a nice girl and all. She had a big nose and bleedy looking nails.
Thomsen Hill, the reason I was all the way up there was because I'd jus arrived back from New York with the fencing team. We got back early. My fault. We went in to New York that morning for a meet with McBurney school, we didnt have the meet though, me being the goddam idiot that I am left all the foils and equipment and stuff on the goddam subway. They didnt half take the mick. Anyway we arrived back at around 2 thirty instead of around dinner time.
Anyway, it was the day of the game with Saxon Hall, which was considered to be a very big deal around old Pencey. It was the last game of the year. Anyway it was around 3 o clock or something and I was on the top of Thomsen Hill, with that crazy cannon that they used in the Revolutionary War and all. You could hear all the excitement from the on lookers, especially Pencey students, practically the whole school was their, except me of course. There wasnt many from Saxon Hall, the visiting team hardly ever brought many people with them. Old Selma Thurmur showed up a few times, shes the headmasters daughter. She wasnt exactly the type that drove you mad with desire, but she was a nice girl and all. She had a big nose and bleedy looking nails.
Thomsen Hill, the reason I was all the way up there was because I'd jus arrived back from New York with the fencing team. We got back early. My fault. We went in to New York that morning for a meet with McBurney school, we didnt have the meet though, me being the goddam idiot that I am left all the foils and equipment and stuff on the goddam subway. They didnt half take the mick. Anyway we arrived back at around 2 thirty instead of around dinner time.
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