SOMETHING ABOUT A STUDENT IN ARMS By H.M.A.H. His life was a Romance of the most noble and beautiful kind. So says one who has known him from childhood, and into how many dull, hard and narrow lives has he not been the first to bring the element of Romance? He carried it about with him; it breathes through his writings, and this inevitable expression of it gives the saying of one of his friends, that it is as an artist that we shall miss him most, the more significance. And does not the artist as well as the poet live forever in his works? Is not the breath of inspiration that such alone can breathe into the dull clods of their generation bound to be immortal? Meanwhile, his Romance is to be written and his biographer will be one whose good fortune it has been to see much of the Student in Bermondsey, the place that was the forcing-house of his development. In the following pages it is proposed only to give an outline of his life, and particularly the earlier and therefore to the public unknown parts. Donald Hankey was born at Brighton in 1884; he was the seventh child of his parents, and was welcomed with excitement and delight by a ready-made family of three brothers and two sisters living on his arrival amongst them. He was the youngest of them by seven years, and all had their plans for his education and future, and waited jealously for the time when he should be old enough to be removed from the loving shelter of his mothers arms and be brought up. His education did, as a matter of fact, begin at a very early age; for one day, when he was perhaps about three years old, dressed in a white woolly cap and coat, and out for his morning walk, a neighbouring baby stepped across from his nurses side and with one well-directed blow felled Donald to the ground! Donald was too much astonished and hurt at the sheer injustice of the assault to dream of retaliation, but when they reached home and his indignant nurse told the story, he was taken aside by his brothers and made to understand that by his failure to resist the assault, and give the other fellow back as good as he gave, the honour of the family was impugned! He was then and there put through a systematic course of the noble art of self-defence. And I think, said one of his brothers only the other day, that he was prepared to act upon his instructions should occasion arise. It will be seen from this incident that his bringing-up was of a decidedly strenuous character and likely to make Donalds outlook on life a serious one! He was naturally a peace-loving and philosophical little boy, very lovable and attractive with his large clear eyes with their curious distribution of colour-the one entirely blue and the other three parts a decided brown-the big head set proudly on the slender little body, and the radiant illuminating smile, that no one who knew him well at any time of his life can ever forget. It spoke of a light within, that mysterious light which is of course not physical, as was said by one who met him only once, but was quick to note this characteristic....