A proud day for a Snooker.

Some rambles of a sapper. By Brigr.-Genl. H. H. Austin, C.B. , C.M.G. , D.S.O. 1928

Mental ability was taken no stock of by the other cadets, as a general rule. Character and action, not brains, claimed priority in their estimation; and at that age they were probably right. Hence it was a proud day, indeed, for a Snooker when he obtained his Shop colours for some branch of sport, and could swagger around with the other great ones in the gymnasium, while the Royal Artillery band discoursed dance music, two nights in the week after dinner, for cadets to do the light fantastic together. The less gifted Snookers had, meanwhile, to content themselves with sitting about on the benches at the side, watching with envy the revels of others, until their apprenticeship had been served and they could partake of the fun and frolic freely from their second term onwards.