Word: subaltern
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When I have read it, my copy goes into the Mess anteroom where it is read and enjoyed by the Officers of the Regiment from the colonel, who is notorious for "sitting on it," down to the newest subaltern. After that it goes either to my brother, a tea planter in Assam, or to a brother-in-law serving, at present, on the N. W. Frontier of India, or perhaps to a friend in England, so that it is never wasted...
...young subaltern, a few years out of Harrow, joins the colonial army on New Year's Eve, 1905. The book, then, is a chronicle of the experiences of an Anglo-Indian Army officer over a period of years. Put in that way, nothing could seem more tedious and dull. Yet, the casual reader who has scrupously avoided, perhaps through laziness, the countless "Mother Indias" and now watches the columns of the daily press with some dismay, can be assured that the "Bengal Lancer" has come closer to India than any of his predecessors. Lowell Thomas, no mean adventurer himself, said...
...Hereditary Marshal and Chief Butler of England (TIME, June 10). The diffident Duke, who in addition to his titles is the chief Roman Catholic peer in Great Britain, has been schooled entirely by private nurses and tutors. He flunked the entrance examinations at Oxford, but served as a subaltern in-the Royal Horse Guards. He breeds horses as a hobby. His titles make him one of the Great Officers of State, ranking only fourth below the Prime Minister. Last week he appeared briefly in the news again, by turning himself into a corporation...
...find the play very interesting," said His Majesty as the second act curtain fell on Subaltern Raleigh sobbing hysterically on his bunk, "and I am looking forward to seeing what happens in the next...
...these, a subaltern, loved Lois- genuinely; but not pugnaciously enough to defy her aunt's disapproval: he had neither riches nor pride of family, his relatives lived vaguely in Surrey, and that, thought Aunt Myra, would never do. Lois, for her part, loved, but did not bestir herself to contradict her aunt. When a few days later the subaltern, on patrol, was shot from ambush, Aunt Myra thought it sad, and continued her teas. Lois pondered, to no avail, and went abroad to get on with her French. But that was their last bland September; by the next, revolutionary...