The Bucktrout Boys

Abstract

IN MY BOYHOOD DAYS, I got my reading matter, apart from the Gem and the Magnet, from the local branch of the public library. The library was near our home, in a Lowry‐like suburb of Leeds, full of gaunt churches and squarely‐built chapels, tall factory chimneys and long streety perspectives. Mr Bucktrout, the librarian in charge, was a fierce‐looking shortish gentleman with pince‐nez and a shock of grey hair. When we local boys called in to exchange our books, Mr Bucktrout would look sternly at us over his pince‐nez.

Citation

Marvill, G. (1979), "The Bucktrout Boys", New Library World, Vol. 80 No. 9, pp. 166-167. https://doi.org/10.1108/eb038449