Fifty Orwell Essays

by George Orwell

coming upon a small newsagent's shop. The general appearance of these

  shops is always very much the same: a few posters for the DAILY MAIL and

  the NEWS OF THE WORLD outside, a poky little window with sweet-bottles

  and packets of Players, and a dark interior smelling of liquorice

  allsorts and festooned from floor to ceiling with vilely printed twopenny

  papers, most of them with lurid cover-illustrations in three colours.

  Except for the daily and evening papers, the stock of these shops hardly

  overlaps at all with that of the big news-agents. Their main selling line

  is the twopenny weekly, and the number and variety of these are almost

  unbelievable. Every hobby and pastime--cage-birds, fretwork,

  carpentering, bees, carrier-pigeons, home conjuring, philately,

  chess--has at least one paper devoted to it, and generally several.

  Gardening and livestock-keeping must have at least a score between them.

  Then there are the sporting papers, the radio papers, the children's

  comics, the various snippet papers such as TIT-BITS, the large range of

  papers devoted to the movies and all more or less exploiting women's

  legs, the various trade papers, the women's story-papers (the ORACLE,

  SECRETS, PEG'S PAPER, etc. etc.), the needlework papers--these so

  numerous that a display of them alone will often fill an entire

  window--and in addition the long series of 'Yank Mags' (FIGHT STORIES,

  ACTION STORIES, WESTERN SHORT STORIES, etc.), which are imported

  shop-soiled from America and sold at twopence halfpenny or threepence.

  And the periodical proper shades off into the fourpenny novelette, the

  ALDINE BOXING NOVELS, the BOYS' FRIEND LIBRARY, the SCHOOLGIRLS' OWN

  LIBRARY and many others.

  Probably the contents of these shops is the best available indication of

  what the mass of the English people really feels and thinks. Certainly

  nothing half so revealing exists in documentary form. Best-seller novels,

  for instance, tell one a great deal, but the novel is aimed almost

  exclusively at people above the �4-a-week level. The movies are probably

  a very unsafe guide to popular taste, because the film industry is

  virtually a monopoly, which means that it is not obliged to study its

  public at all closely. The same applies to some extent to the daily

  papers, and most of all to the radio. But it does not apply to the weekly

  paper with a smallish circulation and specialized subject-matter. Papers

  like the EXCHANGE AND MART, for instance, or CAGE-BIRDS, or the ORACLE,

  or the PREDICTION, or the MATRIMONIAL TIMES, only exist because there is

  a definite demand for them, and they reflect the minds of their readers

  as a great national daily with a circulation of millions cannot possibly

  do.

  Here I am only dealing with a single series of papers, the boys' twopenny

  weeklies, often inaccurately described as 'penny dreadfuls'. Falling

  strictly within this class there are at present ten papers, the GEM,

  MAGNET, MODERN BOY, TRIUMPH and CHAMPION, all owned by the Amalgamated

  Press, and the WIZARD, ROVER, SKIPPER, HOTSPUR and ADVENTURE, all owned

  by D. C. Thomson & Co. What the circulations of these papers are, I do

  not know. The editors and proprietors refuse to name any figures, and in

  any case the circulation of a paper carrying serial stories is bound to

  fluctuate widely. But there is no question that the combined public of

  the ten papers is a very large one. They are on sale in every town in

  England, and nearly every boy who reads at all goes through a phase of

  reading one or more of them. The GEM and MAGNET, which are much the

  oldest of these papers, are of rather different type from the rest, and

  they have evidently lost some of their popularity during the past few

  years. A good many boys now regard them as old fashioned and 'slow'.

  Nevertheless I want to discuss them first, because they are more

  interesting psychologically than the others, and also because the mere

  survival of such papers into the nineteen-thirties is a rather startling

  phenomenon.

  The GEM and MAGNET are sister-papers (characters out of one paper

  frequently appear in the other), and were both started more than thirty

  years ago. At that time, together with Chums and the old B[oy's] O[wn]

  P[aper], they were the leading papers for boys, and they remained dominant

  till quite recently. Each of them carries every week a fifteen--or

  twenty-thousand-word school story, complete in itself, but usually more

  or less connected with the story of the week before. The Gem in addition

  to its school story carries one or more adventure serial. Otherwise the

  two papers are so much alike that they can be treated as one, though the

  MAGNET has always been the better known of the two, probably because it

  possesses a really first-rate character in the fat boy. Billy Bunter.

  The stories are stories of what purports to be public-school life, and

  the schools (Greyfriars in the MAGNET and St Jim's in the GEM) are

  represented as ancient and fashionable foundations of the type of Eton or

  Winchester. All the leading characters are fourth-form boys aged fourteen

  or fifteen, older or younger boys only appearing in very minor parts.

  Like Sexton Blake and Nelson Lee, these boys continue week after week and

  year after year, never growing any older. Very occasionally a new boy

  arrives or a minor character drops out, but in at any rate the last

  twenty-five years the personnel has barely altered. All the principal

  characters in both papers--Bob Cherry, Tom Merry, Harry Wharton, Johnny

  Bull, Billy Bunter and the rest of them--were at Greyfriars or St Jim's

  long before the Great War, exactly the same age as at present, having

  much the same kind of adventures and talking almost exactly the same

  dialect. And not only the characters but the whole atmosphere of both Gem

  and Magnet has been preserved unchanged, partly by means of very

  elaborate stylization. The stories in the Magnet are signed 'Frank

  Richards' and those in the GEM, 'Martin Clifford', but a series lasting

  thirty years could hardly be the work of the same person every week.

  Consequently they have to be written in a style that is

  easily imitated--an extraordinary, artificial, repetitive style, quite

  different from anything else now existing in English literature. A couple

  of extracts will do as illustrations. Here is one from the MAGNET:

  Groan!

  'Shut up, Bunter!'

  Groan!

  Shutting up was not really in Billy Bunter's line. He seldom shut up,

  though often requested to do so. On the present awful occasion the fat

  Owl of Greyfriars was less inclined than ever to shut up. And he did not

  shut up! He groaned, and groaned, and went on groaning.

  Even groaning did not fully express Bunter's feelings. His feelings, in

  fact, were inexpressible.

  There were six of them in the soup! Only one of the six uttered sounds of

  woe and lamentation. But that one, William George Bunter, uttered enough

  for the whole party and a little over.

  Harry Wharton & Go. stood in a wrathy and worried group. They were landed

  and stranded, diddled, dished and done! etc., et
c., etc.

  Here is one from the Gem:

  'Oh cwumbs!'

  'Oh gum!'

  'Oooogh!'

  'Urrggh!'

  Arthur Augustus sat up dizzily. He grabbed his handkerchief and pressed

  it to his damaged nose. Tom Merry sat up, gasping for breath. They looked

  at one another.

  'Bai Jove! This is a go, deah boy!' gurgled Arthur Augustus. 'I have been

  thwown into quite a fluttah! Oogh! The wottahs! The wuffians! The feahful

  outsidahs! Wow!' etc., etc., etc.

  Both of these extracts are entirely typical: you would find something

  like them in almost every chapter of every number, to-day or twenty-five

  years ago. The first thing that anyone would notice is the extraordinary

  amount of tautology (the first of these two passages contains a hundred

  and twenty-five words and could be compressed into about thirty),

  seemingly designed to spin out the story, but actually playing its part

  in creating the atmosphere. For the same reason various facetious

  expressions are repeated over and over again; 'wrathy', for instance, is

  a great favourite, and so is 'diddled, dished and done'. 'Oooogh!',

  'Grooo!' and 'Yaroo!' (stylized cries of pain) recur constantly, and so

  does 'Ha! ha! ha!', always given a line to itself, so that sometimes a

  quarter of a column or thereabouts consists of 'Ha! ha! ha!' The slang

  ('Go and cat coke!', 'What the thump!', 'You frabjous ass!', etc. etc.)

  has never been altered, so that the boys are now using slang which is at

  least thirty years out of date. In addition, the various nicknames are

  rubbed in on every possible occasion. Every few lines we are reminded

  that Harry Wharton & Co. are 'the Famous Five', Bunter is always 'the fat

  Owl' or 'the Owl of the Remove', Vernon-Smith is always 'the Bounder of

  Greyfriars', Gussy (the Honourable Arthur Augustus D'Arcy) is always 'the

  swell of St Jim's', and so on and so forth. There is a constant, untiring

  effort to keep the atmosphere intact and to make sure that every new

  reader learns immediately who is who. The result has been to make

  Greyfriars and St Jim's into an extraordinary little world of their own,

  a world which cannot be taken seriously by anyone over fifteen, but which

  at any rate is not easily forgotten. By a debasement of the Dickens

  technique a series of stereotyped 'characters' has been built up, in

  several cases very successfully. Billy Bunter, for instance, must be one

  of the best-known figures in English fiction; for the mere number of

  people who know him he ranks with Sexton Blake, Tarzan, Sherlock Holmes

  and a handful of characters in Dickens.

  Needless to say, these stories are fantastically unlike life at a real

  public school. They run in cycles of rather differing types, but in

  general they are the clean-fun, knock-about type of story, with interest

  centring round horseplay, practical jokes, ragging roasters, fights,

  canings, football, cricket and food. A constantly recurring story is one

  in which a boy is accused of some misdeed committed by another and is too

  much of a sportsman to reveal the truth. The 'good' boys are 'good' in

  the clean-living Englishman tradition--they keep in hard training, wash

  behind their ears, never hit below the belt etc., etc.,--and by way of

  contrast there is a series of 'bad' boys, Racke, Crooke, Loder and others,

  whose badness consists in betting, smoking cigarettes and frequenting

  public-houses. All these boys are constantly on the verge of expulsion,

  but as it would mean a change of personnel if any boy were actually

  expelled, no one is ever caught out in any really serious offence.

  Stealing, for instance, barely enters as a motif. Sex is completely

  taboo, especially in the form in which it actually arises at public

  schools. Occasionally girls enter into the stories, and very rarely there

  is something approaching a mild flirtation, but it is entirely in the

  spirit of clean fun. A boy and a girl enjoy going for bicycle rides

  together--that is all it ever amounts to. Kissing, for instance, would

  be regarded as 'soppy'. Even the bad boys are presumed to be completely

  sexless. When the GEM and MAGNET were started, it is probable that there

  was a deliberate intention to get away from the guilty sex-ridden

  atmosphere that pervaded so much of the earlier literature for boys. In

  the nineties the BOYS' OWN PAPER, for instance, used to have its

  correspondence columns full of terrifying warnings against masturbation,

  and books like ST WINIFRED'S and TOM BROWN'S SCHOOL-DAYS were heavy with

  homosexual feeling, though no doubt the authors were not fully aware of

  it. In the GEM and MAGNET sex simply does not exist as a problem.

  Religion is also taboo; in the whole thirty years' issue of the two

  papers the word 'God' probably does not occur, except in 'God save the

  King'. On the other hand, there has always been a very strong

  'temperance' strain. Drinking and, by association, smoking are regarded

  as rather disgraceful even in an adult ('shady' is the usual word), but

  at the same time as something irresistibly fascinating, a sort of

  substitute for sex. In their moral atmosphere the GEM and MAGNET have a

  great deal in common with the Boy Scout movement, which started at about

  the same time.

  All literature of this kind is partly plagiarism. Sexton Blake, for

  instance, started off quite frankly as an imitation of Sherlock Holmes,

  and still resembles him fairly strongly; he has hawk-like features, lives

  in Baker Street, smokes enormously and puts on a dressing-gown when he

  wants to think. The GEM and MAGNET probably owe something to the old

  school-story writers who were flourishing when they began, Gunby Hadath,

  Desmond Coke and the rest, but they owe more to nineteenth-century

  models. In so far as Greyfriars and St Jim's are like real schools at

  all, they are much more like Tom Brown's Rugby than a modern public

  school. Neither school has an O.T.G., for instance, games are not

  compulsory, and the boys are even allowed to wear what clothes they like.

  But without doubt the main origin of these papers is STALKY & CO. This

  book has had an immense influence on boys' literature, and it is one of

  those books which have a sort of traditional reputation among people who

  have never even seen a copy of it. More than once in boys' weekly papers

  I have come across a reference to STALKY & CO. in which the word was

  spelt 'Storky'. Even the name of the chief comic among the Greyfriars

  masters, Mr Prout, is taken from STALKY & CO., and so is much of the

  slang; 'jape', 'merry','giddy', 'bizney' (business), 'frabjous', 'don't'

  for 'doesn't'--all of them out of date even when GEM and MAGNET started.

  There are also traces of earlier origins. The name 'Greyfriars' is

  probably taken from Thackeray, and Gosling, the school porter in the

  MAGNET, talks in an imitation of Dickens's dialect.

  With all this, the supposed 'glamour' of public-school life is played for

  all it is worth. There is all the usual paraphernalia--lock-up,

  roll-call, house matches, fagging, prefects, cosy teas round the study

  fire, etc. etc.--and constant refere
nce to the 'old school', the 'old

  grey stones' (both schools were founded in the early sixteenth century),

  the 'team spirit' of the 'Greyfriars men'. As for the snob-appeal, it is

  completely shameless. Each school has a titled boy or two whose titles

  are constantly thrust in the reader's face; other boys have the names of

  well-known aristocratic families, Talbot, Manners, Lowther. We are for

  ever being reminded that Gussy is the Honourable Arthur A. D'Arcy, son of

  Lord Eastwood, that Jack Blake is heir to 'broad acres', that Hurree

  Jamset Ram Singh (nicknamed Inky) is the Nabob of Bhanipur, that

  Vernon-Smith's father is a millionaire. Till recently the illustrations

  in both papers always depicted the boys in clothes imitated from those of

  Eton; in the last few years Greyfriars has changed over to blazers and

  flannel trousers, but St Jim's still sticks to the Eton jacket, and Gussy

  sticks to his top-hat. In the school magazine which appears every week as

  part of the MAGNET, Harry Wharton writes an article discussing the

  pocket-money received by the 'fellows in the Remove', and reveals that

  some of them get as much as five pounds a week! This kind of thing is a

  perfectly deliberate incitement to wealth-fantasy. And here it is worth

  noticing a rather curious fact, and that is that the school story is a

  thing peculiar to England. So far as I know, there are extremely few

  school stories in foreign languages. The reason, obviously, is that in

  England education is mainly a matter of status. The most definite

  dividing line between the petite-bourgeoisie and the working class is

  that the former pay for their education, and within the bourgeoisie there

  is another unbridgeable gulf between the 'public' school and the

  'private' school. It is quite clear that there are tens and scores of

  thousands of people to whom every detail of life at a 'posh' public

  school is wildly thrilling and romantic. They happen to be outside that

  mystic world of quadrangles and house-colours, but they can yearn after

  it, day-dream about it, live mentally in it for hours at a stretch. The

  question is, Who arc these people? Who reads the GEM and MAGNET?

  Obviously one can never be quite certain about this kind of thing. All I

  can say from my own observation is this. Boys who are likely to go to

  public schools themselves generally read the GEM and MAGNET, but they

  nearly always stop reading them when they are about twelve; they may

  continue for another year from force of habit, but by that time they have

  ceased to take them seriously. On the other hand, the boys at very cheap

  private schools, the schools that are designed for people who can't

  afford a public school but consider the Council schools 'common',

  continue reading the GEM and MAGNET for several years longer. A few years

  ago I was a teacher at two of these schools myself. I found that not only

  did virtually all the boys read the GEM and MAGNET, but that they were

  still taking them fairly seriously when they were fifteen or even

  sixteen. These boys were the sons of shopkeepers, office employees and

  small business and professional men, and obviously it is this class that

  the GEM and MAGNET are aimed at. But they are certainly read by

  working-class boys as well. They are generally on sale in the poorest

  quarters of big towns, and I have known them to be read by boys whom one

  might expect to be completely immune from public-school 'glamour'. I have

  seen a young coal miner, for instance, a lad who had already worked a

  year or two underground, eagerly reading the GEM. Recently I offered a

  batch of English papers to some British legionaries of the French Foreign

  Legion in North Africa; they picked out the GEM and MAGNET first. Both

  papers are much read by girls, and the Pen Pals department

  of the GEM shows that it is read in every corner of the British Empire, by

  Australians, Canadians, Palestine Jews, Malays, Arabs, Straits Chinese,