Claudine (and Angela) at St Clare's

The Honourable Angela Favorleigh

Angela arrived on her first day in a big car with a crest on the panels and two chauffeurs. 

Luggage: posh new trunk, three beautiful tennis rackets; and a handbag with gold initials on.

Physical features: pale golden hair bobbed like angels in pictures; a pointed face like a pixie; and a voice like a princess.

School uniform beautifully made.

Shoes custom made.

Handbags with gold initials on to match every frock.

Has a third cousin who is a Prince and has his own aeroplane.

Has seven bathrooms in her family home.

Unexpectedly good swimmer, deft and swift.

Plays a neat and deft game of tennis.

Angela's parents own a Rolls-Bentley, black with a small green line plus a chauffeur wearing a uniform of black with green piping to match the car.

Angela's mother (Pamela) was a vision of beauty with golden hair and brilliant blue eyes. She looked very young and was dressed in a most exquisite fashion.

Angela's father was a tall, soldierly-looking man,

with rather a serious face.

The harsh and loud complaining voice of Angela’s 'wonderful' mother could be heard very often indeed that afternoon. Complaints included: 

• The 'unbecoming' school uniform (unbearably terrible school shoes with the flat heels and ugly dress)

• The hard bench that she had to sit on to watch the tennis-matches

• The 'terrible' tea (they might at least provide China tea, you know I can’t drink Indian tea)

• The 'awfully dry' cake that she could hardly eat  (when told to leave the cake, she dropped the cake on the ground, where it could be trodden underfoot)

Beautiful as she was, attractive and exquisite in her dress and looks, the lovely face was spoilt by an expression of discontent and boredom.

She also did not praise the pictures in the art exhibition, neither did she show any enthusiasm for the pottery work. She was forced to express a good opinion on Claudine’s cushion-cover, because Mam’zelle stood there like a dragon, looking so fierce that every one felt they must praise her niece’s handiwork.

She cattily remarked very loudly that Mam'zelle was awful and dowdy.

St. Clare’s was proud of their swimming pool for it was one of the finest and biggest owned by any school in the kingdom. The water lapped against the sides, a beautiful blue-green colour. 

But even here, Angela’s mother had fault to find. When told that they changed the water twice a week, sometimes three times, she gave a little disgusted squeal and said: 

• Good gracious! To think they can’t even change the water every day! 

• What a school, I really must make a complaint about it. 

• Angela, you are not to bathe in the pool unless the water has just been changed. I forbid it. 

• I never did like the idea of sending you here. It’s a second-rate school, I think. I wanted to send you to High Towers School. Such a nice school! I can’t think why your father wanted to send you here.

No, Angela’s mother was certainly not a success! Beautiful she might be, expensive she certainly was, but she had none of the graciousness of the

twins’ mother; or the common sense of Bobby’s jolly-looking mother; or the affection of Gladys’s plainly-dressed but sweet-faced mother.

 

However, she did approve of the pretty and dainty Alison:

• I must say you look a little more attractive than some of the girls here. One or two that Angela had introduced me to have been perfect frights!

When the bell rung telling people to go and watch the swimming, she said: Oh! Must they ring bells like that! How crude!’ 

Whilst sitting at the front edge of the baths watching the swimming, Angela's mother looked disgusted when a drop of water splashed on to her beautiful frock. She shook it daintily and tried to move backwards a little-but other people were behind her and she couldn’t.

Claudine

Niece of Mam'zelle (aunt Mathilde).

Description: small, dark and smart with a cheeky look.

Borrows items from other students and forgets to return them.

Hates the water and thinks swimming is not a good thing; it's a horrible thing; wet, cold and shivery.

Thinks tennis is a so silly game.

Likes sewing and darning.

Doesn't like lessons outdoors. Thinks the sun is too hot; it is not pretty to get burnt and it is ugly to grow freckles.

Detests nature walks.

Accidentally on purpose fell from the gallery balcony and into the the water below where the parents were sitting. She made a most terrific splash. The water rose up and fell all over Angela’s mother, soaking her from head to foot!

Locked the cover Matron into a cupboard so that she didn't discover and spoil their moonlight swim and picnic.

Finally understands the 'English sense of honour' during her fifth form at St Clare's.

All the information in this post was derived from Claudine at St Clare's written by Enid Blyton

Upper Fourth at Malory Towers

First nights supper

Cold ham and tomatoes, great bowls of salad, potatoes roasted in their jackets, cold apple pie
and cream, and biscuits and butter for those who wanted it. Big jugs of icy-cold lemonade stood along the table.

Miss Grayling's speech to first year students 

One day you will leave school, and go out into the world as young women. You should take with you a good understanding of many things, and a willingness to accept responsibility and show yourselves as women to be loved and trusted. 

I do not count as our successes those who have won scholarships and passed exams, though these are good things to do. I count as our successes those who learn to be good-hearted and kind, sensible and trustable, good sound women the world can lean on.

The Honourable Clarissa Carter

Clarissa started the term described as small and undersized. She temporarily wore glasses with thick lenses (which hid her clear deep green eyes) and had a wire round her teeth to keep them back. She had beautiful, thick, wavy hair which was a lovely auburn colour. Her unusual colouring made her look distinguished.

Clarissa was not allowed to swim or to play tennis because she had a weak heart. It was this reason why she was home schooled up until now as her heart condition slowly improved.

Eventually, her shared love of horse riding and friendship with Bill (Wilhelmina) blossomed.

Picnic at Langley Hill

Sandwiches of all kinds, buns, biscuits and slices of fruit cake.

Tea with Clarissa's old nurse, Mrs Lucy who lives at Langley Cottage

Tongue sandwiches with lettuce, hard-boiled eggs to eat with bread-and-butter, great chunks of new-made cream cheese, potted meat, ripe tomatoes grown in Mrs Lucy's brother's greenhouse, gingerbread cake fresh from the oven, shortbread, a great fruit cake with almonds crowding the top, biscuits of all kinds and six jam sandwiches!

Gwendoline Lacy's prescription from the specialist

There was nothing wrong with Gwendoline's heart, of course, in fact nothing wrong anywhere at all, except that she was too fat, and needed very much more

exercise. 

Games, and more games, gym, walks, no rich food, no sweets, plenty of hard work, and no thinking about herself at all!

She's just a little humbug! Swimming especially would be good for her. It would take

some fat off her tummy!

Information in this post were derived from Upper Fourth at Malory Towers written by Enid Blyton

Midnight Feasts at Boarding School

Moonlight swim and picnic

Bread, butter,

Potted meat, tins of sardines,

Marmalade, apricot jam, 

Cherries, 

Biscuits, 

Mirabel’s big birthday cake 

and 

Ginger beer.

Midnight Feast and Swim 

Food provided by Clarissa's old nurse Mrs Lucy: Tongue sandwiches with lettuce;

Hard-boiled eggs to eat with bread and butter;

Great chunks of new-made cream cheese;

Potted meat;

Ripe tomatoes grown in Mrs Lucy's brother's greenhouse;

Gingerbread cake fresh from the oven;

Shortbread;

A great fruit cake with almonds crowding the top; Biscuits of all kinds;

and

Six jam sandwiches

plus

Two jugfuls of lemonade from the school kitchen.

Second Former's Midnight Feast Store Cupboard

Tin of sugar biscuits

Tins of sardines

Tinned milk

Strawberry jam

Pineapple in tins

Boxes of sweets, biscuits and chocolate

Barley sugar and ginger beer.

Information taken from Claudine at St Clare's and Upper Fourth at Malory Towers, both written by Enid Blyton.

Fifth Formers at St Clares

Class register:

Pamela Boardman
Carlotta Brown
Doris Edward
Roberta Ellis
Angela Favorleigh
Gladys Hillman
Pauline Jones
Anne-Marie Longden
Alison O'Sullivan
Isabel O'Sullivan
Patricia O'Sullivan
Alma Pudden
Felicity Ray
Janet Robins
Mirabel Unwin
Hilary Wentworth
Claudine

Angela and Alison's study:

~ Table loaded with cakes and sandwiches as well as lemonade and ginger beer.
~ A bright fire burning in the grate.
~ Polished furniture.
~ Beautiful mirrors and pictures.
~ Two armchairs.
~ Lovely rugs.
~ Silk curtains.
~ Brilliant chrysanthemums in vases.


Pauline and Alma's study:

~ Blue vase.
~ Tea cosy.

Claudine and Carlotta's study:

~ Embroidered table cloths and cushion covers.
~ Items from Spain.
~ Deep red embroidered shawl from Seville.

Fagging:

~ Mending / darning / sewing socks, stockings and jumpers.
~ Cleaning / polishing shoes.
~ Making anchovy toast.

Antoinette defeats Angela

Task: Clean and polish the brown shoes.

What Antoinette actually did: Used Angela's expensive face cream instead of shoe polish.

Task: Make anchovy toast - enough for three people.

What Antoinette actually did: Used brown shoe polish instead of anchovy paste.

Antoinette tells Matron that she has accidentally given Angela, Alison and Anne-Marie a nasty dose of shoe polish. Matron takes all three fifth formers to take some equally nasty tasting medicine.

Doris 'Deirdre' Willcox - English teacher and published poet. Has a preference for:

~ Scarves.
~ Brilliant / startling belts.
~ Striking handkerchiefs.
~ Gold headed hair pins.
~ Drapey dresses.
~ Deep drawling voice.
~ Graceful dramatic gestures.
~ Round-shouldered walk.

* Information in this post were derived from Fifth Formers at St Clares by Enid Blyton *

Dedicated to Ms R. Knight, a house mistress in Dorset.

Angela Favorleigh vs Pauline Bingham-Jones

Angela: a spiteful snob.
Pauline: an envious snob.

Angela with her unlimited pocket money, thinks nothing of spending ten shillings on a bottle of bath salts or a lace-edged handkerchief.

Birthday presents for Hilary:

From Angela: A magnificent blotter, made of real leather and decorated very beautifully at the corners.
From Pauline: A purse with the initials H.W.W.

Birthday presents for Mirabel:

From Angela: A book of very expensive music.
From Pauline: A music case of fine leather.

The Five Find-Outers and Dog

Location: Peterswood.

Members of the gang:

~ Frederick Algernon Trotterville (Fatty).
~ Laurence Daykin (Larry).
~ Margaret Daykin (Daisy).
~ Philip Hilton (Pip).
~ Elizabeth Hilton (Bets).
~ Buster (Fatty's black Scottish Terrier).

~ Ernest Goon (Ern) - an honorary sixth member of the gang.


Pomes/Portry written by Ern and Fatty:

The dark dire deeds upon the hill
Strike my heart with a deadly chill.
The robbers rob and the looters loot,
We'd better be careful they don't all shoot.
They're deadly men, they're fearful foes,
What end they'll come to, nobody knows!
Oooh, the dark dire deeds upon the hill,
Strike my heart with a deadly chill.


A pore old gardener said, "Ah me!
My days is almost done.
I've got rheumatics in me knee,
And now it's hard to run.
I've got a measle in my foot,
And chilblains on my nose,
And bless me if I haven't got,
Pneumonia in my toes.
All my hair has fallen out,
My teeth have fallen in,
I'm really getting rather stout,
Although I'm much too thin.
My nose is deaf, my ears are dumb,
My tongue is tied in knots,
And now my barrow and my spade,
Have all come out in spots.
My watering can is..."


The little Princess Bongawee,
Was very small and sweet.
A princess from her pretty head,
Down to her tiny feet.
She had a servant, Ern by name,
A very stout young fella,
Who simply loved to shield her with,
A dazzling STATE UMBRELLA!


A pore old woman had a dog,
And it was always barkin,
Its name was Poppet, and of course
The woman's name was Larkin.
She sniffed and coughed the whole day long,
And said the wind was nippin.
And when the dog got in her way
She handed out a whippin.
Her husband shuffled in and out,
He wasn't very supple.
They weren't at all what you might call
A really pleasant couple!


There was a poor old house,
That once was full of folk,
But now was sad and empty,
And to me it spoke.
It said, "They all have fled,
My rooms are cold and bare,
The front door's locked and bolted,
And all the windows stare.
No smoke comes from my chimneys,
No rose grows up my wall,
But only ivy shrouds me,
In green and shiny shawl!
No postman brings me letters,
No name is on my gate,.
I once was called The Ivies,
But now I'm out of date.
The garden's poor and weedy,
The trees won't leaf again,
But though I fall to ruin,
The ivy—will—remain!"


Coo, look at them primrose down in the ditch,
Smiling all over their faces.
Coo, listen to all the birds up in the hedge,
And larks in the big open spaces.
Coo, look at the cows and the cowslips too,
And the lions so dandy and yellow.
And the cups full of butter for me and for you,
And hark where the bulrushes bellow!
Coo, look at the runner beans, how fast they go,
And...



* Pomes/Portry derived from The Enid Blyton Society *