Exclusive Brawl

Usually the annual cricket match between Eton and Harrow, Britain's two most exclusive "public" schools where many a future Empire builder gets his early training, is a well-mannered, ultra-polite social function. There old grads, most of them carrying umbrellas, wearing cutaways and top hats and accompanied by their wives dressed in ankle-length garden-party frocks, are brought together by the force of the old school tie. U. S. spectators, used to rowdy football games, are always amazed at the polite applause, rather than raucous cheering, that greets the players; at the number of high-collared parsons present; at the way everyone takes time out, even during the most crucial moments of play, to get a dish of tea.

Last week Eton and Harrow played again at the exclusive Lord's Cricket Ground near London. Harrow, for the first time since 1908, won. It was too much for Harrovians, young and old, and they rushed on to the field to carry off the winning team on their shoulders. Some how a few Etonians got in the way, and be fore the enthusiasm had died down many an Eton topper had been smashed in and many an Harrovian umbrella busted. It was a very unseemly, frightfully un-British brawl.

Moaned an Etonian two days later in the Personal column of the London Times: Will the numerous Harrovians who, in at tempting to divest a very old Etonian of his trousers, deprived him of two treasured five shilling pieces and a gold safety pin please return one or all to the Army and Navy Club?

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