Stalky & Co.

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Green, Roger Lancelyn (1961). "Some Notes on the Characters". Kipling Society . Retrieved 19 January 2016. ... or rather, like the essence of Crofts distilled with genius, with the perspective of more than thirty years to colour even Kipling's recollection of the real man. The first written of the stories, "Slaves of the Lamp", suggests that to begin with Kipling's "mixture" for King contained a large percentage of Crofts, but with a certain admixture of Mr. F. W. Haslam... He’d swear we were poachin’, too,” said Beetle. “What’s the good of pheasants’ eggs? They’re always addled, too.” Finally, on April 13th, 1928, he is ‘writing a Stalky story , which would be “The Satisfaction of a Gentleman”– published in The London Magazine in September of the following year before inclusion in The Complete Stalky & Co. Now jump up, Pussy! Say, ‘I think I’d better come to life!” Then we all take hands and come forward: ‘We hope you’ve all been pleased.’ _Twiggez-vous_?”

Not much!” said Beetle, firmly. “I’m not goin’ to be done out of my fun for a lot of filthy butterflies.” A sergeant! To run about poachin’ on your pension! Damnable, O damnable!” said Stalky, without pity. Vindictive swine!” said Beetle. “It was all those rats! Then _I_ blubbed, too, and Stalky confessed that he’d been a thief in regular practice for six years, ever since he came to the school; and that I’d taught him–_a_la_ Fagin. Mason turned white with joy. He thought he had us on toast.” And he turned us out himself–himself–himself!” This from McTurk. “He can’t begin to suspect us. Oh, Stalky, it’s the loveliest thing we’ve ever done.” Are we allowed to associate with the rest of the school till we see the Head, sir?” said McTurk to his house-master, disregarding King. This at once lifted the situation to its loftiest plane. Moreover, it meant no work, for moral leprosy was strictly quarantined, and the Head never executed judgment till twenty-four cold hours later.Might as well get up to the wood, I think,” said Stalky. “We don’t want G. M. Dabney, Col., J.P., to be bothered about us so soon. Up the wuzzy and keep quiet! He may have followed us, you know.” Looks like no end of a mess,” said Beetle, collecting his books and mathematical instrument case. “A week in the form-rooms isn’t any advantage to us.”

Who? Which? What? Expelled for how? We only played the war-drum. We’ve got turned out for that already.” Buchanan, Robert (December 1899). "The Voice of 'The Hooligan' ". The Contemporary Review. LXXVI: 773–789. They were summoned to their house-master’s study, King and Foxy supporting Prout, and Foxy had three canes under his arm. King leered triumphantly, for there were tears, undried tears of mirth, on the boys’ cheeks. Then the examination began. Suddenly the keeper passed them at a trot. “Who’m they to combe-bottom for Lard’s sake? Master’ll be crazy,” he said. Under other circumstances Stalky and Beetle would have fallen upon him, for that song was barred utterly–anathema–the sin of witchcraft. But seeing what he had wrought, they danced round him in silence, waiting till it pleased him to touch earth.Ten minutes later the news was over the whole school. Stalky and Co. had fallen at last–fallen by drink. They had been drinking. They had returned blind-drunk from a hut. They were even now lying hopelessly intoxicated on the dormitory floor. A few bold spirits crept up to look, and received boots about the head from the criminals. Oh, no. Left ’em in the middle of the hut, of course. What a blind ass you are, Beetle! D’you think nobody thinks but yourself? Well, we can’t use the hut any more. Hoofer will be watchin’ it.”

We-ell,” said the school chaplain slowly, “I don’t know what Corkran’s appreciation of your style may be, but young McTurk reads Ruskin for his amusement.” You’ve got to prove damage ‘fore you can prosecute for anything! ‘Can’t prosecute for trespass,” said McTurk, whose father held many acres in Ireland. “That’s all rot!”I–I protest against this outrage.” King had evidently been running up hill. “The man was entirely within his duty. Let–let me give you my card.”

Of course I did, ye silly man,” with a stamp of the foot. “Would you not have done as much for me if you’d seen that thing happen on my land, now?” ra-ra-la-i-tu_! I gloat! Hear me!” Stalky, still on his heels, whirled like a dancing dervish to the dining-hall. They strolled towards the swimming-baths, and presently overtook King. “Oh, don’t let _me_ interrupt you,” he said. “Engaged in scientific pursuits, of course? I trust you will enjoy yourselves, my young friends.” Oh, my Soul! Oh, my King! Oh, my Heffy! Oh, my Foxy! Zeal, all zeal, Mr. Simple.” Stalky wiped his eyes. “Oh! Oh I Oh!–‘I _did_ boil the exciseman!’ We must get out of this or we’ll be late for tea.”But in the music-room there were wrath and bad language. Only Stalky, Slave of the Lamp, lay on the piano unmoved. Then you’d better go in by the Lodge-gates this time, instead of chasin’ your dam’ boys–oh, that was the Epistle to King–so it was. We-el, Foxy?” Stalky put his chin on his hands and regarded the victim with deep delight. But they’ve no following in the school, and they are distinctly—er—brutal to their juniors,” said Prout, who had from a distance seen Beetle The novel is a compilation of nine previously published stories, [6] with a prefatory untitled poem beginning "Let us now praise famous men" ( Sirach 44:1).