23, 1955. 



I 'think this is one of the most 

 telling sententces I have ever 

 read. Here Is the essence of an, 

 obviously great personality. At: 

 88, he -4«a^ves jumping to the i 

 'younger generation" — those, I 

 presume, in their fifties 

 sixties ! 



an-d I 



His enthusiasm 



Most of the book is lake that. 

 Calm understatement, a wealth 

 of (local colour, and tremendous 

 enthusiasm for field sports and 

 everything to do with them. 



That enthusiasm is understand- 

 able. Mr. Drage, a bachelor, has 

 been a horse-dealer, bloodstock, 

 'hunting, racing, and steeple- 

 ichasing man tliroughout his 

 adult life. 



He records it ail. Successes 

 ■and failures ; the moments of 

 excitement, humour, and traigedy 

 that every dndividual experi- 

 ences. 



I rang Mr. Drage a't his home 

 this week and aisked him why he 

 decided to write the book. 



" Well, I was in hospital and 

 did it to pass the time," he said. 

 " It took me about six weeks. 



"Then I left the matter with 

 my nephew, Major Gerald Glover, 

 of Pytchley. He did everything 

 else. I only wrote the 'book." 



" I only wrote the book " . . . - 

 there we go in that matter-of- 

 fact manner again. 



Two sayings spring to mind : 

 '* You're never too old . . . . " aind 

 , . . . " There's One good book in 

 everybody." 



Both certainly apply in the case 

 of Bert Drage. 



