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When I was a small boy at King's College School, I boarded with one of the masters, at a corner house in Queen's Square. There was a long room in which we boarders -- there were some five-and-twenty of us -- had our meals, and prepared lessons for the morrow in the evening, under the supervision of an usher.
One day at tea, the usher having been summoned out of the room, we boys essayed who could throw up his piece of bread and butter highest. Mine went against the ceiling, and, the butter being unusually thick, adhered.