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There was, also, one bath, without a hot-water tap, but as there were tables in this bathroom there were men continually milling around in it, using the tables for their wash-basins and shaving mirrors and all but shaving each other.

(e)    Lavatories.  Three one-seaters graced the corridor. That was the best place to have them because of the queues. (Otherwise, atmospherically speaking, they could just as easily have been in the bedrooms.) There was one other, the Commandant's own. While out on an early morning corridor recce I was astonished to see him step out of a beautiful mahogany built-in wardrobe in one of the corridors. It was not a wardrobe but an interesting example of modest Victorian camouflage. I had the decency to keep this intelligence secret and he only met me coming out once, but made no response to my cheery "Good mormng, sir!"

Twelve hessian-screened lavatories were situated outside the house for the benefit of either the unlucky seventy-six or the involuntary early morning athletes. (The distance was sixty stone steps down and one hundred yards in the bracing morning mist, rain or snow.)

(f)    Health.  Coughing and spluttering during the night were incessant. Two cases of virulent 'flu broke out in my dormitory (I brought my issue home with me). There was no segregation of ill men. One case escaped home early in the week. The other


was too ill to go home at all. However, dead or alive, the next batch of students will never notice him in the gloaming.

g)    Wardrobes.  I have already referred to the only one I saw. There are no hooks or shelves for clothing. One "lives in one's suitcase" which is stored under the bed and is easy to get at after slightly moving the other seventeen beds.

This, in the basement, was not the coal cellar, after all. Its windows, which were immediately behind the lecturer had to be permanently closed to prevent his being frozen to death. Two bulbs just above the lecturer's head provided inadequate light, yet dazzled eyes focussed on the speaker's face. We spent hours in this dive and the atmosphere was pure New Orleans night club.

Seventy-five men were able to crowd on to most amazingly hard forms. Five men (less the sick) had to stand and lean against the wall. Between dormitory and lecture room one came to have the liveliest sympathy for the humble yet sanitary sardine.

The School Staff are inclined to be sympathetic (they are forced, in rotation, to spend an hour or so daily in the Lecture Room) and although they have their own quarters, they do know how the poor live. The Commandant, for example, made use of the word "baths" in one of his lectures, adding jocularly "You know, the things you haven't got upstairs."