Pray charge your glasses, gentlemen,
And drink to Harrow's honor.
May Fortune still attend the Hill,
And Glory rest upon her.
Last week many Old Harrovians fondly grunted Harrow's Stet Fortuna Domus as they leafed through just the kind of book that Old Harrovians like. Put together by other Old Harrovians, bound in deep Harrovian blue, it was called Winston Churchill and Harrow, Memories of the Prime Minister's Schooldays, 1888-1802.
To Old Harrovians it seems more than a matter of pride that Winston Churchill should have gone to Harrow. It seems inevitable. But when small,...
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