Goodbye Mr. Chips Story – Young schoolteacher Charles Edward Chipping imposes strict discipline on his young charges at a Victorian-era English public school, becoming a fearsome presence on the campus grounds.đđ
Chapter 11 He sat in his front parlor at Mrs. Wickettâs on a November afternoon in thirty-three. It was cold and foggy, and he dare not go out. He had not felt too well since Armistice Day; he fancied he might have caught a slight chill during the Chapel service. Merivale had been that morning …
Chapter 10 And now, fifteen years after that, he could look back upon it all with a deep and sumptuous tranquillity. He was not ill, of courseâonly a little tired at times, and bad with his breathing during the winter months. He would not go abroadâhe had once tried it, but had chanced to strike …
Chapter 9 He still kept on his rooms with Mrs. Wickett; indeed, he still lived there; but every morning, about half-past ten, he put on his coat and muffler and crossed the road to the School. He felt very fit, and the actual work was not taxing. Just a few forms in Latin and Roman …
Chapter 8 So he stayed on at Brookfield, having as little to do with Ralston as possible. And in 1911 Ralston left, âto better himselfâ; he was offered the headship of one of the greater public schools. His successor was a man named Chatteris, whom Chips liked; he was even younger than Ralston had beenâthirty-four. …
Chapter 7 And then the row with Ralston. Funny thing, Chips had never liked him; he was efficient, ruthless, ambitious, but not, somehow, very likable. He had, admittedly, raised the status of Brookfield as a school, and for the first time in memory there was a longish waiting list. Ralston was a live wire; a …
Chapter 6 Chips changed his more commodious apartments in School House for his old original bachelor quarters. He thought at first he would give up his housemastership, but the Head persuaded him otherwise; and later he was glad. The work gave him something to do, filled up an emptiness in his mind and heart. He …
Chapter 5 And so it stood, a warm and vivid patch in his life, casting a radiance that glowed in a thousand recollections. Twilight at Mrs. Wickettâs, when the School bell clanged for call-over, brought them back to him in a cloudâKatherine scampering along the stone corridors, laughing beside him at some âhowlerâ in an …
Chapter 4 There had followed then a time of such happiness that Chips, remembering it long afterward, hardly believed it could ever have happened before or since in the world. For his marriage was a triumphant success. Katherine conquered Brookfield as she had conquered Chips; she was immensely popular with boys and masters alike. Even …
Chapter 3 There came to him, stirred by the warmth of the fire and the gentle aroma of tea, a thousand tangled recollections of old times. Springâthe spring of 1896. He was forty-eightâan age at which a permanence of habits begins to be predictable. He had just been appointed housemaster; with this and his classical …
Chapter 2 Across the road behind a rampart of ancient elms lay Brookfield, russet under its autumn mantle of creeper. A group of eighteenth-century buildings centred upon a quadrangle, and there were acres of playing fields beyond; then came the small dependent village and the open fen country. Brookfield, as Wetherby had said, was an …
Chapter 1 When you are getting on in years (but not ill, of course), you get very sleepy at times, and the hours seem to pass like lazy cattle moving across a landscape. It was like that for Chips as the autumn term progressed and the days shortened till it was actually dark enough to …
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