that All-American wholesome young man who still liked to go home and see his mother and take his friends as well and talk things out with her when, after doing things right and setting things right, though it might take a little longer than expected, causing him to break a rule in the process, yet “a guy can’t ask for sympathy or take credit for helping a friend” so won’t give an explanation for what had happened, being willing instead to take his lumps like a man. “Let another man’s mouth praise thee and not thine own”. Meanwhile go play ball. One act of friendship can change a life. Be an example.
I’m honored to have one in my home.
Having said that, along the lines of still sailing on this voyage of discovery and segueing from my last literary post I just found it interesting that Mr. Chips was written by James Hilton; wouldn’t surprise me if Clair Bee did not study him while he was in school and possibly was so impressed decided to name his hero after his hero because I can certainly see young Chip growing into Mr. Chips, can’t you?
oh, also, one more segue re Hemingway, though I’m disappointed at the place of their connection but Claire Bee did meet him once upon a time and asked him for some writing advice – what do they all always say? just write….(though it always comes out that it doesn’t hurt to read, either, but then again that probably goes without saying)