BRITISH COMICS
SMITH OF THE LOWER THIRD
This
episode, taken from The Wizard issue: 1721 February
7th 1959.
Tom
Smith, of the Lower Third, a junior of Clay’s House at
Last Minute Thrills
Once
Mr Stevenson had blown his whistle, the procedure was normal. Lipstone, in
their brilliant pink shirts and stockings, contrasted with Shawbridge in light
blue. The home eleven consisted of the Ape in goal; C. C. Buckram, also of
Clay’s House and Lowbridge, of Foster’s, as backs; L. P. Reed (Peel’s), Baxter
and Staverton (Foster’s), half-backs; and B. L. N. Marshall (Foster’s), Clive
Mitchell (Clay’s), P. T. Goslin (Parker’s), A.R.T. Shrimm (Manning’s), and Van
Dorn (Parker’s), forwards. There were five Houses at Lipstone. The names in
brackets show which House each player belonged. Tom, who took football very
seriously, felt anxious at the way Shawbridge started to press. He thought that
their forwards were very good. The centre-forward, Brenson, was a hefty fellow
and made good use of his weight in worrying the Lipstone-defence.
Gant-Thompson, who played right-half, was cleaver with his passes. Tom held his
breath as Gant-Thompson put a slick through-pass ahead of Brenson. The centre-forward
shot hard on the run. The Ape dived and held the ball on the line. As he
scrambled up, Brenson charged him. Carew lobbed the ball to Buckram just before
he was knocked into the net. “Wow!” gasped Tom as Ferryman the Shawbridge
inside-left, took a side-pass from Brenson and shaped for a shot. The Ape
strode out. As the ball flew from Ferryman’s feet Carew hurled himself over in
a sideways dive. The ball struck his hands, curved and rolled just outside the
upright. The corner-kick was taken. The Ape sprang and whisked the ball away as
Brenson shaped for a header. Carew bounced the ball forward and got in a long
windward kick. Van Dorn, the South African Lipstone senior, had a great turn of
speed and the Ape’s kick gave him a few yards start. He sprinted forward,
swerved in, inter-passed with Shrimm and then placed the ball ahead of
Mitchell. Clay’s House Captain shot on the volley into the net. It was a
surprise goal against the run of play. Tom threw his cap in the air and it was
kicked about by Paddy Moss and John Gregg before he managed to get it back.
Until half-time Shawbridge still had the better of the game without being able
to score. Lipstone did well for the first few minutes of the second-half, but
Shawbridge then got into their stride again and launched raid after raid.
Brenson had a shot. Carew hugged the ball to his chest and cleared. A few
moments later Gant-Thompson sent in a sizzling long shot. The Ape just managed
to tip it over the bar. He saved the corner with another amazing leap.
Gant-Thompson, playing a captain’s game, beat two players and weaving in. He
put the ball low and hard across the goal and, slipping as he tried to
intercept it, Buckram knocked it with his hand. Mr Stevenson’s whistle was
heard and he pointed to the penalty-spot. “Gosh, that’s a bit harsh!” Paddy
Moss exclaimed. “That wasn’t an international foul!” “He had to give the
penalty,” muttered Tom dismally. “The ball would have reached Brenson if the
Ram hadn’t stopped it.” “Who’s going to take it? Oh, Gant-Thompson,” Ian said.
The Shawbridge captain placed the ball and walked back for a long run. Tom
stood on his toes to see better. Gant-Thompson broke into his stride and hit
the ball low to Ape’s left. The goalkeeper dived at the speeding ball and, as
cheers broke out, pushed it away. The shot was too hot for him to hold. Brenson
was rushing up. He lashed out at the ball. At point-blank range it hit the Ape
on the side of the head and rolled him over. Baxter kicked upfield and the ball
bounced out of play. Mr Stevenson helped Carew up. Carew gave a shake of the
head and rubbed his temple. “I’m all right,” he said stubbornly. Mr Stevenson
watched as the Ape tottered back into goal and put a hand against the upright.
Then the master blew his whistle for the throw-in. The din was continuous as
Shawbridge battled furiously to try to save the game. “Here it is!” Ian yelped
as Brenson turned the ball through a gap. Ferryman shot. Carew was seen to dive
half the width of the goal and clutch at the ball just outside the line. He got
up, kicked out, and the whistle, going for time, was hardly heard for the storm
of cheering. Baxter called on his players for three cheers for Shawbridge and
the visiting players replied. Tom was in the rush towards Carew. Baxter had
gone over to congratulate him. “I thought that shot would have knocked your
head off!” the captain exclaimed. The Ape grinned. “It’s a good thing I’m
marble from the ears upwards,” he said. At Call-Over the same evening, Mr Gull
told Clay’s House that he had appointed Carew as vice-captain. Judging by the
applause it was an extremely popular choice.
Mr Pepperel’s Plan
On
Monday morning Tom was downstairs with a few minutes in hand before breakfast.
He went straight to the letter rack. There were no letters for him, but he
noticed there was a letter for Carew, so he took it out to take it to the new
vice-captain. Tom went to the study. The Ape had lit the gas-fire. He was
standing on the hearth rug, hands behind his back. “I’ve a letter for you,
Carew,” Tom said. The Ape took the envelope and opened it. He read the letter
and put it in his pocket. “When are you going to do a proper job as a fag?” he
snapped suddenly. Tom grinned. He thought it was a joke – till he saw the anger
on Carew’s face. “You’ve let this place get like a pig-sty,” rasped the Ape.
“Look at it –” He flourished a hand round. “Books on the floor, stuff under the
table, and a shelf that looks like a junk shop.” Tom’s eyes were wide open in
amazement. “Look at these!” The Ape stooped and picked up a pair of brown
shoes. “Look at them! Filthy!” “I’ve cleaned one pair for you,” Tom gasped.
“You wore those shoes last night. I was going to clean them later.” He lifted
an arm and ducked. Carew hurled one of the shoes at him. It whizzed over Tom’s
head and struck the wall with a thud. The other shoe followed and hit his
shoulder. “I’ll wear this pair,” Carew said sharply. “Clean them now.” Tom was
biting his lip as he picked the shoes up. The box containing brushes and polish
was under a shelf at the back of the armchair and he went to fetch it out. “Not
in here.” Shouted the Ape. “Go and clean them somewhere else!” Tom moved slowly
towards the door with box and shoes. He had always cleaned the shoes in the
study previously. Still feeling dumbfounded. Tom went to the room at the end of
the corridor where there was a sink and where the fags did their washing-up.
Tom was brushing away at the shoes when Ian came in. Ian was Clive Mitchell’s
fag and had several cups and saucers to wash. “Gosh, what are you doing here?”
Ian exclaimed. “You’ve never cleaned Carew’s shoes here before.” Tom did not
tell Ian about Carew’s angry demonstration. He rubbed at the shoes till they
shone and took them back to the study. The Ape glanced at the shoes. He seized
them without a word, sat down, kicked off his slippers, and started to put the
shoes on. “Come back here after breakfast and put the study straight,” he
snapped at Tom. “Later on you’ll get some of the other fags to help you move
the carpet so that the hole is away from the door.” The bell for breakfast
began to ring. Tom was brought up by a shout. “Put my slippers away!” exclaimed
the Ape. “Have I got to tell you every little thing?” At breakfast Tom cast
frequent puzzled glances towards Carew. The new vice-captain was sitting at the
top table with Mr Gull and the other prefects. The boys left the room about
half-past eight. A crowd of juniors were in the hall when Carew strode up.
“Perkis!” he rasped. “You’ve neither brushed your hair nor washed your neck
this morning. That goes for you too, Pike. You’re a disgrace to the House. Go
upstairs and clean yourselves. Sprat Perkis and Freddie Pike, both of the Lower
Third, looked flabbergasted. Other prefects had jumped on them now and then for
untidiness, but this was the first time they had been pulled up by Carew.
“Moss,” snapped the Ape. “I looked into the Junior Common Room before
breakfast. It looks as if it had been used by a troop of monkeys. You’re leader
of the Lower Third. Take a gang in there and get it put straight. Paddy Moss
looked as startled as the others had been. Tom hurried off, however, to start
on the job of putting Ape’s study in order. First of all he picked everything
up off the floor. Then he fetched a brush and started to sweep. The job was not
half-done by five minutes to nine. The Ape scowled when he saw the work was not
finished and told Tom to get it polished off before dinner. Tom had to fetch
his books. He ran all the way across the quadrangle and only just beat Mr
Creef, the peppery master of the Lower Third, into the classroom. Mr Creef
rapped his table for silence. “I want Smith, Shaw, Moss, Hart, Cooper, and
Churchill up here,” he said. “While, I am talking to them, the rest of you will
complete your map of the European coalfields. Tom and Ian exchanged surprised
glances as they stood up. “What have we done?” murmured Tom. “Can’t think of
anything,” replied Ian. Paddy, Frank Hart (Peel’s), Noel Churchill (Manning’s),
and Ralph Cooper, also of Manning’s, followed them to the front. “You boys have
been doing some pretty good work,” began Mr Creef, “and as a result you have
been chosen to take part in an experiment. Mr Creef’s voice was friendly. “In
about a fortnight’s time the bright boys of the various senior schools in the
town will be sitting an examination,” he went on to say. “Those who pass will
be awarded scholarships to the technical school and the grammer school. “As you
are about the same age, and should be of the same standard, you are to sit the
papers – not, of course, with the idea of winning anything, but for purposes of
comparison”. “Our Headmaster, Mr Pepperel, is really behind this idea,” said Mr
Creef. “But it was readily accepted by the Lipstone Education Committee and
local teachers.” He smiled drily. “We of course, hope that you will put up a
good show and trust that your papers will be at least equal to the best any of
the town boys will produce. In a very real sense you will representing the
school.” “There will be five subjects,” stated Mr Creef. “English – including
composition and grammer – arithmetic,
algebra, history and geography. “I’m not very good at algebra, sir,” Paddy
blurted out. “You will be by the time the examination takes place,” said Mr
Creef. “Some extra coaching will be given to you. So far as possible you will not
be asked to work overtime.” “That’s a mercy,” whispered Paddy. “What did you
say, Moss?” demanded Mr Creef. “Er – I said – that’s a mercy,” spluttered
Paddy. “I shall see if I can mingle mercy with making you work,” said Mr Creef.
“Now, for a start, I would like an hour with you tonight. You all start your
Prep in the various Houses at half-past six, I believe. I shan’t be ready for
you till shortly after seven. So, if you ask for permission to leave Prep on
the hour and come to the Elms –” He mentioned the house in
What’s Wrong With Carew?
Soon
after tea that evening, Clive Mitchell pushed open the door of Carew’s study.
He came in cautiously, remembering the hole in the carpet. Then, with surprise
on his face, he stopped and looked around. Not a thing was out of place. The
carpet had been turned. The shelf was orderly. The gas-fire burned evenly.
“Gosh, Ape, what’s happened in here?” gasped Mitchell. “You look as if you’ve
had a spring cleaning.” “Not before it was due,” said the Ape. “I’ve been doing
a bit of chasing round.” “I must say it’s an improvement,” remarked the captain
slowly. Mitchell had come in to discuss some minor House matters. Then he
mentioned Prep. “You’ll be taking Prep tonight,” he remarked. “Mr Gull is too
busy. Keep an eye on Bennett, the Third Form lad, and Penge, the Fourth Former.
They’ve had poor reports from their Form Masters. See that they don’t let their
minds wander.” “I’ll watch them,” said the Ape. At about half-past six Tom,
books under his arm, was in the stream of boys going into the big classroom
that was used for Prep. To his surprise he saw that Carew was already in the
room. When he took Prep he usually ambled in when everyone had more or less
settled down. The prefect uttered a shout. “There’s too much noise,” he roared.
“Hurry into your seats and start work!” John Mottram, captain of the Fourth,
turned towards him. “I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten my history exercise book,” he
said. “It has a half-finished essay in it that I want to complete tonight. May
I go over to school and fetch it?” “No” snapped the Ape. Mottram looked
flabbergasted. “But I have to finish the essay tonight,: he protested. “Finish
it in you own time then” retorted Carew. “Sit down!” Mottram flushed and went
to his desk. He was not a boy who tried things on. He had not been offering an
excuse for a walk across the quadrangle. The Ape’s refusal meant he would have
to work for an hour after Prep – and waste time up till then. “Quiet!” shouted
the Ape at some of the fags. Carew sat down at the table and opened his own
books. There was an uneasy silence in the room. Prep was not usually too
strict. If a boy wanted to borrow a ruler or consult a neighbour upon the
lessons to be done, there was no objection, providing he did not make too much
noise. Tony Bennett did a sum. Then he slid a hand into his pocket. He swiftly
smuggled a toffee into his mouth. The Ape jumped up. “Bennett!” he thundered.
“Go to my study and wait for me!” The Third Former stood up, trying to get rid
of the toffee and shuffled out. Carew, after warning the boys to get on with
their work, strode after him. A minute or two passed. The door opened. Bennett
came in slowly. His face red and he was biting his lips. It was as much as he
could do to walk. “How many did he give you, Tony?” demanded Mottram grimly. “I
lost count after ten,” Bennett said. “After ten?” gasped Mottram. “A prefect
isn’t supposed to give more than six.” “Ssssh!” The Ape walked in. “If you
can’t sit down, stand up by the window ledge, Bennett,” he said savagely. The
sympathy of the boys was with Bennett. There was tension and hostility towards the
Ape in the atmosphere. Tom glanced at the clock. Then he put up his hand. “Can
we go now, please?” he asked. “Can we go where?” mocked the Ape. Tom explained
that, with Paddy and Ian, he was to go to the Elms. “It’s for extra coaching
for the Town exams,” he added. The Ape’s expression was one of hot resentment.
“You can’t go,” he said. “I’ve heard nothing about it. In any case, I don’t
approve.” “Mr Creef will be waiting for us,” Tom protested. “If he wants you,
he will have to fetch you,” Carew was saying, when the door opened. Mr Gull, a
shoe lace unfastened and his tie slipping down, stood in the doorway and peered
over his spectacles. Clay’s Housemaster was untidy but popular. Because of his
harsh voice he was nicknamed the Squawker. “I forgot to tell you, Carew, that
Smith, Moss, and Shaw should be at the Elms by seven,” he said. “Smith has just
mentioned it,” Carew replied with a frown. “It’s a wild idea, this examination,
isn’t it, sir?” “No, it’s a very good idea,” said Mr Gull. “The boys in question
will be given such time as they require without further question.” Mr Gull was
probably surprised at the excited buzz, a buzz almost of applause, that his
answer occasioned. He could not be aware, that by putting Carew in his place,
he had gained the keen approval of the boys. Tom and his two friends followed
Mr Gull out of the room. A minute later they were running across the moonlit
quadrangle. Ratliff, the acting Porter, was on the alert and came out of the
Lodge, but when he heard where they were going he let them go without question.
Mr Creef in his own study, and without his mortarboard and gown, was not such a
formidable figure as in the classroom. He sat the six boys round the table in
his comfortable study and they discussed their programme. The last thirty five
minutes were spent in doing an arithmetic test paper. Promptly at eight, with
the remark that they probably wanted their suppers as much as he needed his, Mr
Creef dismissed the juniors. In the quadrangle they separated. Ian had a tennis
ball in his pocket. He threw it down and Tom and Paddy ran along with him,
exchanging passes. In the moonlight they could see the ball easily. They were
nearing the House when Paddy really got his toe under the ball. Tom tried to
stop it, but it whizzed past his head and travelled along the side of the
building. “You fetch it,” he exclaimed. “It’s your ball, Tom,” chuckled Ian. “I
took it out of your locker.” Tom gave a laugh and ran to fetch the ball. It had
come to a stop just outside the Ape’s study window. Blinds were seldom drawn at
Lipstone and Tom looked straight in. The Ape was sitting at the table. His Head
was resting in his hands and there was a strange, brooding look in his eyes.
Smith of
the Lower Third (First series) 163
episodes appeared in The Wizard issues 1133 - 1295
Smith of
the Fourth Form (Second series) 45
episodes appeared in The Wizard issues 1296 – 1332, 1334/6/8/1340/2/4/6/8
Smith of
the Lower Third (Third series) 17 episodes
appeared in The Wizard issues 1473 -
1489
Smith of
the Lower Third (Fourth series) 15
episodes appeared in The Wizard issues 1539 – 1553
Smith of
the Lower Third The above episode (one of
32 of the Fifth series) appeared in The Wizard issues 1718 – 1749
Smith of
the Lower Third Episodes were repeated in Rover and Adventure during the 1960’s
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