Wantele walked a certain distance down the broad carriage way, then he cut sharply to the left, among the brambles and underwood, under high beech trees.
"Jane Oglander"
Marie Belloc Lowndes
While there, to amuse himself, he began to cut letters out of some beech-bark.
"Fine Books"
Alfred W. Pollard
There was a large, empty class room at the back of the building where much noise might safely be made, and in this place and at this hour followed the nightly torture of beech and his minute companions-that torture named by the Gods, "Discipline," by the Authorities, "Boys will be Boys," by the Parent, "Learning to be a Man," and by the Lower School "A Rag."
"Fortitude"
Hugh Walpole