Though he had heard quite a bit about Finchden Manor− school for maladjusted boys 25 miles southwest of Canterbury−the London Times correspondent was hardly prepared for the frail, abstracted man who runs it. "What is the curriculum?" asked the correspondent.
"There is none," replied George A. Lyward.
"But . . . can you tell me what the boys are doing at this particular moment?"
"I have a rough idea. I can tell you that three are in London. Two . . . are playing croquet. One has just been given £20 to start breeding budgerigars [parakeets]. Another is thinking of making a telescope,...
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