Life and Death of Rochester Sneath

H. Rochester Sneath no longer exists. And if you wished to put your son''s name on the waiting list for Selhurst School near Petworth Sussex you might have a little difficulty. It doesn''t exist either. But as this collection of Sneath''s letters and the replies proves you can fool most of the people most of the time. Particularly it seems if the people happen to be the head masters of those most English private institutions - public schools.In early 1948 Sneath began his brief and glorious career. Letters like canes mortarboards and jaundiced rugger balls began to appear in headmasters'' offices whose occupants with two notable exceptions appeared to find nothing strange in Sneath''s requests or his exhortations. Pompous indignant eccentric pushing toadying or just plain dotty the letters were answered with a seriousness which is barely credible. For he wrote of:- infestations of rats- the possibility of ''engineering'' Royal visits- how to hire a private detective- junior masters with club feet and warty noses- ghosts cricket statues new buildings ''monster'' reunionsGeorge Bernard Shaw was puzzled Sir Giles Gilbert Scott was booked up as was Sir Adrian Boult. Sir William Reid Dick was eager. After four or five letters the Master of Marlborough became exasperated while the head master of St Benedict''s was livid. A certain master displayed a cupidity not normally associated with men of the cloth; the new Master of Rugby was grateful for some wise advice; the head master of Stowe could not have been more helpful about sex. There was talk of Sneath succeeding the headmaster of Eton. One head master was so drawn to Sneath that he recommended Selhurst to a prospective parent who promptly applied for a place on behalf of her son. His name was placed on ''the waiting list for the Waiting List''.Sneath''s letters comprise a gentle and unmalicious but devastatingly accurate parody of the public school system - a collection so intelligently absurd that it defies adequate description.