CANON GORE.

Evening Star, Issue 11673, 4 February 1902, Page 8

CANON GORE.

Canon Gore had a distinguished Oxford career. He was a scholar of Balliol (says a clerical correspondent of ‘M.A.P.’), and after taking a first-class in Lit. Hum. was elected to a fellowship at Trinity College, Oxford. A story of his college days, which has recently been told in a meagre, incorrect fashion, is worth retelling. The canon himself, who has a real sense of humor, often delights his friends with it. At the beginning of the first term after his election to the Trinity fellowship, he occupied rooms in college that had generally been in undergraduate hands. The captain of the boats, going his rounds to tiy the mettle of the freshers, reached Gore’s rooms, and, introducing after the briefest fashion, said-. “I want you to come down to the river this afternoon.” “I am afraid not,” was the quiet reply. The big rowing man, heartily slapping the back of the spare willowy figure before him, replied: “ Ok, nonsense; you just come with me in a tub-pair, and I shouldn’t wonder if I could lick you into shape.” Seeing a quaint look in Gore’s eyes, who much relished the mistake, the captain began to realise the situation, and gasped out; “By Jove! I do believe you’re our new don.” And before Gore could answer the great blushing oarsman was rattling down the staircase. They afterwards became great friends. .