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very nice fellow who, however has more money than brains. The Freshman's wine last night came off, but it was not really as bad as was expected. They lit a bonfire in the quad and howled round it like maniacs. Then they made a noble resolution to rag somebody's rooms. It is a wonder they didn't hit on mine for I think I am in most odium with them. However what they did do was to go to the rooms of a small, very drunken club of 3 in the college, called the Bacchanals, and simply knocked the furniture to matchwood. Of course the colllege has to pay for the furniture, so it doesn't matter.

However, it seemed a strange thing to turn & rend their own friends like that.

I am being continually pestered by men coming round and wanting me to play football. They seem to think that all Scotsmen are heaven-born geniuses at that. When you come up here, you will be in great request. I am going a long walk this afternoon to Cumnor Hall which Scott & Meikle & Matthew Arnold have written about, and I am thinking of writing an article in the Herald about it. One must make money. By the by that article of mine on Oxford was universally attributed to Brailsford.

Love to the Puddock, & Peter, & Anna, Father & Mother

Your affectionate brother John Buchan