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              pupil was quick to learn. In fact, Mendoza soon became so successful 
              that<br>
              Humphries turned against him. The two men quarrelled bitterly and 
              it was<br>
              clear that the argument could only be settled by a fight. A match 
              was held at<br>
              Stilton where both men fought for an hour. The public bet a great 
              deal of money<br>
              on Mendoza, but he was defeated. Mendoza met Humphries in the ring 
              on a<br>
              later occasion and he lost for a second time. It was not until his 
              third match in<br>
              1790 that he finally beat Humphries and became Champion of England. 
              Mean-<br>
              while, he founded a highly successful Academy and even Lord Byron 
              became<br>
              one of his pupils. He earned enormous sums of money and was paid 
              as much as<br>
              &amp;1oo for a single appearance. Despite this, he was so extravagant 
              that he was<br>
              always in debt. After he was defeated by a boxer called Gentleman 
              Jackson, he<br>
              was quickly forgotten. He was sent to prison for failing to pay 
              his debts and died<br>
              in poverty in 1836.</p>
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            <p>Boxing matches were very popular in<br>
              England two hundred years ago. In those<br>
              days, boxers fought with bare fists for<br>
              Prize money. Because of this, they were<br>
              known as 'prize-fighters'. However, box-<br>
              ing was very crude, for there were no<br>
              rules and a prize-fighter could be seriously<br>
              injured or even killed during a match.<br>
              One of the most colourful figures in<br>
              boxing history was Daniel Mendoza who<br>
              was born in 1764. The use of gloves was<br>
              not introduCed until 1860 when the<br>
              Marquis of Queensberry drew up the first<br>
              set Of rules. Though he was technically a<br>
              prize-fighter, Mendoza did much to<br>
              change crude prize-fighting into a sport,<br>
              for he brought science to the game. In his day, Mendoza enjoyed 
              tremendous<br>
              popularity. He was adored by rich and poor alike.<br>
              Mendoza rose to fame swiftly after a boxing-match when he was only 
              fourteen<br>
              years old. This attracted the attention of Richard Humphries who 
              was then the<br>
              most eminent boxer in England. He offered to train Mendoza and his 
              young<br>
              pupil was quick to learn. In fact, Mendoza soon became so successful 
              that<br>
              Humphries turned against him. The two men quarrelled bitterly and 
              it was<br>
              clear that the argument could only be settled by a fight. A match 
              was held at<br>
              Stilton where both men fought for an hour. The public bet a great 
              deal of money<br>
              on Mendoza, but he was defeated. Mendoza met Humphries in the ring 
              on a<br>
              later occasion and he lost for a second time. It was not until his 
              third match in<br>
              1790 that he finally beat Humphries and became Champion of England. 
              Mean-<br>
              while, he founded a highly successful Academy and even Lord Byron 
              became<br>
              one of his pupils. He earned enormous sums of money and was paid 
              as much as<br>
              &amp;1oo for a single appearance. Despite this, he was so extravagant 
              that he was<br>
              always in debt. After he was defeated by a boxer called Gentleman 
              Jackson, he<br>
              was quickly forgotten. He was sent to prison for failing to pay 
              his debts and died<br>
              in poverty in 1836.</p>
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            <p>Some plays are so successful that they<br>
              run for years on end. In many ways, this<br>
              is unfortunate for the poor actors who are<br>
              required to go on repeating the same lines<br>
              night after night. One would expect them<br>
              to know their parts by heart and never<br>
              have cause to falter. Yet this is not always<br>
              the case.<br>
              A famous actor in a highly successful<br>
              play was once cast in the role of an<br>
              aristocrat who had been imprisoned in<br>
              the Bastille for twenty years. In the last<br>
              act, a gaoler would always come on to<br>
              the stage with a letter which he would<br>
              hand to the prisoner. Even though the<br>
              noble was expected to read the letter at<br>
              each performance, he always insisted that it should be written out 
              in full.<br>
              One night, the gaoler decided to play a joke on his colleague to 
              find out if,<br>
              after so many performances, he had managed to learn the contents 
              of the letter<br>
              by heart. The curtain went up on the final act of the play and revealed 
              the<br>
              aristocrat sitting alone behind bars in his dark cell. Just then, 
              the gaoler appeared<br>
              with the precious letter in his hands. He entered the cell and presented 
              the letter<br>
              to the aristocrat. But the copy he gave him had not been written 
              out in full as<br>
              usual. It was simply a blank sheet of paper. The gaoler looked on 
              eagerly,<br>
              anxious to see if his fellow-actor had at last learnt his lines. 
              The noble stared at<br>
              the blank sheet of paper for a few seconds. Then, squinting his 
              eyes, he said:<br>
              'The light is dim. Read the letter to me.' And he promptly handed 
              the sheet of<br>
              paper to the gaoler. Finding that he could not remember a word of 
              the letter<br>
              either, the gaoler replied: 'The light is indeed dim, sire. I must 
              get my glasses.'<br>
              With this, he hurried off the stage. Much to the aristocrat's amusement, 
              the<br>
              gaoler returned a few moments later with a pair of glasses and the 
              usual copy of<br>
              the letter which he proceeded to read to the prisoner.</p>
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            <p>People become quite illogical when they<br>
              try to decide what can be eaten and what<br>
              cannot be eaten. If you lived in the<br>
              Mediterranean, for instance, you would<br>
              consider octopus a great delicacy.You<br>
              would not be able to understand why<br>
              some people find it repulsive. On the<br>
              other hand, your stomach would turn at<br>
              the idea of frying potatoes in animal fat--<br>
              the normally accepted practice in many<br>
              northern countries. The sad truth is that<br>
              most of us have been brought up to eat<br>
              certain foods and we stick to them all our<br>
              lives.<br>
              No creature has received more praise<br>
              and abuse than the common garden snail.<br>
              Cooked in wine, snails are a great luxury in various parts of the 
              world. There<br>
              are countless people who, ever since their early years, have learned 
              to associate<br>
              snails with food. My friend, Robert, lives in a country where snails 
              are despised.<br>
              As his flat is in a large town, he has no garden of his own. For 
              years he has been<br>
              asking me to collect snails from my garden and take them to him. 
              The idea<br>
              never appealed to me very much, but one day, after a heavy shower, 
              I happened<br>
              to be walking in my garden when I noticed a huge number of snails 
              taking a stroll<br>
              on some of my prize plants. Acting on a sudden impulse, I collected<br>
              several dozen, put them in a paper bag, and took them to Robert. 
              Robert was<br>
              delighted to see me and equally pleased with my little gift. I left 
              the bag in the<br>
              hall and Robert and I went into the living-room where we talked 
              for a couple<br>
              of hours. I had forgotten all about the snails when Robert suddenly 
              said that I<br>
              must stay to dinner. Snails would, of course, be the main dish. 
              I did not fancy<br>
              the idea and I reluctantly followed Robert out of the room. To our 
              dismay, we<br>
              saw that there were snails everywhere: they had escaped from the 
              paper bag<br>
              and had taken complete possession of the hall! I have never been 
              able to look<br>
              at a snail since then.<br>
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            <p>We often read in novels how a seemingly<br>
              respectable person or family has some<br>
              terrible secret which has been concealed<br>
              from strangers for years. The English<br>
              language possesses a vivid saying to des-<br>
              cribe this sort of situation. The terrible<br>
              secret is called 'a skeleton in the cup<br>
              board '. At some dramatic moment in the<br>
              story the terrible secret becomes known<br>
              and a reputation is ruined. The reader's<br>
              hair stands on end when he reads in the<br>
              final pages of the novel that the heroine,<br>
              a dear old lady who had always been so<br>
              kind to everybody, had, in her youth,<br>
              poisoned every one of her five husbands.<br>
              It is all very well for such things to<br>
              occur in fictiOn. To varying degrees, we all have secrets which 
              we do not want<br>
              even our closest friends to learn, but few of us have skeletons 
              in the cupboard.<br>
              The only person I know who has a skeleton in the cupboard is George 
              Carlton,<br>
              and he is very proud of the fact. George studied medicine in his 
              youth. Instead<br>
              of becoming a doctor, however, he became a successful writer of 
              detective stories.<br>
              I once spent an uncomfortable week-end which I shall never forget 
              at his house.<br>
              George showed me to the guestroom which, he said, was rarely used. 
              He told me<br>
              to unpack my things and then come down to dinner. After I had stacked 
              my<br>
              shirts and underclothes in two empty drawers, I decided to hang 
              in the cupboard<br>
              one of the two suits I had brought with me. I opened the cupboard 
              door and then<br>
              stood in front of it petrified. A skeleton was dangling before my 
              eyes. The sudden<br>
              movement of the door made it sway slightly and it gave me the impression 
              that<br>
              it was about to leap out at me. Dropping my suit, I dashed downstairs 
              to tell<br>
              George. This was worse than 'a terrible secret'; this was a real 
              skeleton ! But<br>
              George was unsympathetic. 'Oh, that,' he said with a smile as if 
              he were talking<br>
              about an old friend. 'T