Up there, six thousand feet up, hung the Pass of Arlberg, military key to the Tyrol from the west. A medieval fortress overshadowed the town and the massive Jesuit school. Here Arthur found a discipline far less strict than at Stonyhurst; the dormitories were 'artificially heated; the food was good; the beer excellent. The students were mostly German boys from catholic families, with some twenty English and Irish. Arthur took charge of them all."(TLSACD17) Arthur"s German speaking skill grew more and more fluent, because he was speaking it all the time. He joined the band and chose the largest brass horn there was, when blown most said it was like the end of the world was coming. If he was not tobogganing or skating he worked hard, professors back home sent him books to study, there was no time for romance in Arthur"s life, only school. Before he left school it had already been decided for him the he would be a doctor. After leaving school he returned home hoping to receive a scholarship, at least in chemistry. If Arthur were to win a scholarship like the Bursary it would pay for most of his expenses and then he could get a job as an apprentice to pay for the rest of his medical school.

             During his vacations Arthur attempted to help his family out by going and being a medical apprentice in the run-down part of Sheffield. He moved to London and even tried working there as a doctor, but alas received no job offers. It was not until that following summer that he got a job. "And here he met with pleasure Dr. Reginald Ratcliffe Hoare, of Clifton House, Aston Road, Birmingham. Dr. Hoare was a stout genial red-faced man, all bustle and whipcrack. Though he occupied only a modest brick house, in a street racked by the noise of jarring horse-trams, he had an enormous practice among the poor, and the size of his fees staggered the new assistant. Dr. Hoare drove you hard from nine in the morning till nine at night; but he had such a friendly way that he made you like it.