only reliably identify John Clifford, top row,
furthest right, and next to him Hazel Reynolds,
and Leslie Roberts, bottom row, right
July. The Diarist's final days as headmaster of Henley Grammar School.
Monday, July 1st
Nora had two Fifth form girls up to help with the crews' dinner, but listening to the thousands of words she used directing them what to do I wondered whether there was in fact much saving of energy.
Wednesday, July 3rd
Picked up Mary at the Caversham bus stop. We decided to go to the Bucks side. We saw Bryanston beat Tiffin's School
Thursday, July 4th
Bryanston fell to Shrewsbury.
Friday, July 5th
Went up to London... to Queen Anne's Gate.... where I was conducted into a room and saw two men. It was some time before I discovered that the second was Major Vernet, the ex-owner of Claydon! The National Trust agent very passive. I asked most of the questions, Major Verney a few. They offered a 3 room flat and £300 a year. They have no idea how many may turn up when it opens on July 29th. There did not seem to be any urgency when i said I could not come until September. The great catch is living by myself until Mary and I can get married.
There has been rather a scandal about Gilbert Murray. The Roman Catholics got in when he was not compos mentis and gave him extreme unction.
Saturday, July 6th
Temperatures of 90° and high humidity. The men had dinner in the middle of the day and high tea before departing at six. Our gross takings in notes were £81=5=6. Nevertheless I was thankful to see them go. The heatwave has made us very tired.
Sunday, July 7th
Spent the morning tidying up the house. Nora, planning as ever, suggested that if I went to Claydon I should send my washing to a launderette in Cheam. Pointed out a) had not been offered Claydon b) if offered had not decided to accept it!
Monday, July 8th
Charmian Cook, her French husband, 2 boys, month old baby girl, to tea. We shall be social to the bitter end as the Makins are coming down here on July 30th
Rang up the rector tonight about the Periam service. The clergy are the bottom. He wanted the Psalm said, a different lesson, and his own hymns. Finally he enquired if Brind could play the organ.
Tuesday, July 9th
The end of term gets more and more distracting with invigilation continually interrupting the other chores. It seems to be having a bad effect on the wind in my guts which appear very inflated.
Cherry told me the staff were giving me £11, the children £20 and the Old Boys and Girls about £70. The children would like to see their present, the rest would prefer cheques. Shall have to consult Mary tomorrow.
Friday, July 12th
Lady Helen in to say goodbye. Charming as ever. Promised to come and see my house, if I got one.
Saturday, July 13th
My successor came down. I liked him much less than the first time, but Lady Helen said one never does like one's successor. He won't answer letters promptly, that's one thing. He said his wife was coming, but did not say that she was coming later from Worthing and staying at the Red Lion, while he came on from London. He apparently does not mind if he meets the staff or not before term. I'd thought he'd want to, but if he feels like that he might have said so and saved me the trouble.
We had another go at the timetable, the school accounts, etc. He had been told religion was important in Henley, so had apparently decided to go to church. I found this a bit hard to stomach. However if he joins the golf club, the Salisbury Club, the squash club and and attends service on Sunday no doubt they'll think he is what they call "a live wire".
He said Soar, my predecessor, under whom he taught, was "more like a business executive". I could not resist saying, "Most headmasters are."
Took him down to see Cherry for a drink. She was desperately nervous. After I dropped him at the Red Lion. I went back to see Cherry. She said that at any rate he was polite, if without charm, which was more than some headmasters were!
Sunday, July 14th
Rang up Cherry to hear how she had got on at morning coffee with Mr and Mrs L [Lipscombe, the coming head] and the senior master. She was very gloomy. He was only interested in organisation and completely disinterested in people. The school would become academic institution and he and Clem would run it as they thought. Poor dear! Secretly I agree with her. The more I see of him the less I like him.
Monday, July 15th
This was a funny day. Mary and I all dressed up in our best - me in my new suit, Mary in an unwonted county hat and French gloves - started off for Claydon, arrived at the house about three o'clock. The door bore a painted plate "Ring for custodian". We rang. Nothing happened so we found the door was unlocked and went in. The hall was full of litter and people writing at tables who displayed no interest in us, or, when asked, in Mr Wallace, the agent, either. We explored and entered a huge half-darkened library where a group seemed to be trying out the lighting. From the group Mr Wallace and Major Verney appeared and we were introduced. We need not have bothered. Mr W and the Major were in tattered sports coats and Mrs V in slacks. There was builders' and electricians' clutter all over the place, mixed up with a jumble of junk from the rooms they were working on. Some of the windows were out, and men were even tearing off the roof off the church! The custodian appeared, a big wheezy popeyed man called Bowsher. He seemed to think we might be a relief from Tring! but when we were introduced we were told we might be coming to help him, but everything was vague to a degree and nothing was explained, except the people in the hall: they were professor and students looking for something.
Saturday, July 20th
Heavy rain made it necessary to cancel the Old Boys' Match, but over 100 came up to the tea and presentation. Phyllis, Miss Hunter and Marjorie Barnes all in the front rows. I was rather nervous, but soon got into my stride and made them laugh. They gave me £70 and a book with the subscribers' names and to Nora one of the Wilk's water colours. I used the quotation from Bacon: I count every man a debtor to his profession.
After this we circulated with cups and saucers; I tried to have a word with most people. It was a very pleasant party and most enjoyable.
Monday, July 22nd
My last staff meeting. Amiable and short - determined that "leave it to my successor" a good policy, especially as Cherry inclined to be emotional when I suggested sorting the quick and the slow.
Tuesday, July 23rd
The last of my "justly dreaded" talks on "How babies are born" to 1y and 1d. They were very nice and sensible.
Wednesday, July 24th
Phyllis and boys up for tea. P curious to know what I intended to do, replied "Put my feet up". Nora said she felt the strain of concealment. I said I've had 17 years of it.
Thursday, July 25th
Yesterday my last lesson, to 1y on the discovery of the ocean routes in the C15th and C16th centuries - rather a good lesson I thought. Intend to tell them it was last tomorrow.
and Mr Clifford, headmaster and Mrs Clayden.
Top row, far right, Mr Roberts and next to him
Mr Brind and, I think, Mr Hirons and
Wally Rees. The editor cannot with any assurance
put names to the others.
Friday, July 26th
This was indeed a day to remember! I had to prepare the speeches for the seniors, the juniors and the staff. While I was shaving I had a brain wave. Why stand to make my farewell speeches, why not have the desk removed from the dais and sit at ease in my library arm chair, the school literally at my feet. This I did, and it worked well.
I did not have the usual O God our help followed by the school hymn, but chose two of my favourite tunes, He that is down need fear no fall and Gird on thy sword, O man. I thought I might falter with the Collects, but my voice remained quite steady and unemotional after the last lines:
From whom all is, from whom all begun,
In whom all Beauty, Truth and Love are one
After the lists had been read, the swimming certificates announced, the term's competition prizes distributed and the cups given away, Hazel Reynolds came forward and made a speech. It was a nice speech mainly about what I had done with the Sixth - how good it was to have a scholar as headmaster (Cherry's inspiration here I felt). At the end she offered me a token plate from the Doulton "Cascade" dinner service. To loud and long applause I held up the plate for all to see at arms length above my head. The desk was removed and I made by allocution.
I thanked them for the present and said the pattern on it would remind me of the field in June, the grasses on the bank, high and covered with blue, brown and yellow flower. I said a school should have a character, a flavour, a tang, even eccentricity, and secondly a standard of excellence.
There were two sides to our civilization; the new, science, and the old, literature and the arts. Whether one had most to do with one or the other, not to neglect the new or despise the old. Their education could never be complete. We tried to open doors for them. They must go through. I quoted Bunyan and gave them a rule of conduct: Do nothing that increases the difficulty of the individual.
Then they stood and I described Sir Jacob Astley on Oct 23rd, 1642, leading his men into battle. After he had halted them and said his prayer, which I repeated, he added, "Lead on boys" - and I say to you "Lead on boys". At this the organ, piano and strings sounded the first chord of a march and the school filed out, leaving me in my chair.
Only the staff remained. Len and Tom were sitting among them, pleased as anything. In order to short circuit the Cherry-Clem row, Wilk had been asked to to make the presentation. Poor dear, she had spent hours writing an essay which she proceeded to read from manuscript. It went on and on in very stilted language. I thought it would never stop. Anyway it made it easy for me for; this, like Tom Luker's effort on Saturday, good to follow by contrast.
Back to the Sixth form. I gave my reading from Don Juan in America of Mr Pumpenstempel's Orchestra.
After lunch it suddenly occurred to me that Cherry light go over to see Mary. She said she was thinking of going into the library, so I rang Mary and told her to expect her. I thought it would be easier for both.
Shook hand with all the Sixth and dismissed them, then after the bell had gone, sat in my room and waited for the individual members of the staff had been in to say goodbye. By now I was very tired.
Picked up Mary in Castle Street. Cherry had been in and was in such an emotional state she could hardly speak and was very weepy. Mary said she almost wept herself but tried to keep the conversation on a calm level.
After we had had supper and washed up it was nearly nine, but I knew we must complete this "day to remember" in one way; our way. We got into bed and I told Mary as I held her that now it was only us. The school had gone. She was my only love, and so we lay together and I could feel, though I could not see, the tears that filled her eyes.
Saturday, July 27th
A letter, a very nice one, arrived from Cherry. Said she liked Mary. She was beautiful and charming. Cherry so relieved she would not "never see me again".
Had a cup of coffee with Wilk in the morning and told her Nora and I were parting. Said she guessed as much as we wanted two photographs of Ioan! Asked a bit tartly what would my R.C. friends think. Had been questioned by some on staff as to where I spent my Wednesday afternoons. Replied if they wanted to now they had better ask me! Good for her.
Monday, July 29th
A heavy crop of honey. One lot Tom could just about lift and that was all.
Friday, Aug 9th
Ten days later am writing this in Mary's flat. We had the last social occasion at School House, the Makins family to lunch on July 31st. Nora left the same afternoon. On Wednesday the removers [for Nora's things] should have arrived at 8.30, at 10 I rang up and discovered Mr Wilkins had forgotten the date. Moral: never employ Wilkins. That evening while Mary was cooking supper, the enquiry agent, a tough, bronzed colonial type, appeared to take a statement from us. This had its comic moments. When he asked whether I stayed in the flat over the weekends, or was "intimate" in the afternoons or evenings, Mary put her head round the door and said "All three". Signed my statement, about a page and a half and Mary a sentence to say she agreed with the truth of it, the whole thing about took about half an hour.
On Thursday I cleaned up the house, washed up the honey apparatus (170lbs from four hives) and Mary came over to supper. I went to Miss Hunter and told her of the divorce. She cross questioned me like a Q.C. - worse, though not as intime as the agent! Said she was sorry for Nora. The agent said he did not think there was much hope of a marriage before Christmas.
Saturday, Aust 10th
Mr Wallace came in at teatime and asked me if I would take over from the Bouchers for a fortnight in September.
Wednesday, Aug 14th
Mr Boucher rang up at 10 and had everything arranged. Suggested I should go to Claydon on Sept 6th to learn the knowhow and he would leave on the Saturday.
Friday, Aug 16th
Removers arrived punctually at 9 and off by 11. To Miss Hunter's to sleep.
Saturday, Aug 17th
Got my own breakfast and said goodbye to Miss H. Took me to 12.30 to pack car full to roof almost, lumbering along with flattened springs. Had just time to take a last walk round the garden. It was a lovely green. On the Italian terrace the snapdragon and dahlias were in bloom
I looked at the limes with their tasseled bobs, the lily pond , on the edge of which we so often sat in summer, the view of the school Geoffrrey Makins painted, walked up to the walnut tree and touched its grey channeled trunk, a private ritual of Mary and me, then more slowly across the lawn to the place under the cedar where I ate my picnic in 1934 while I was waiting for the governors' decision. I thought of the lines
Look thy last on all things lovely
Every hour. Let no night
Seal they sense in deathly slumber
Till to delight
Thou have paid thy utmost blessing;
Since that all things then would'st praise
Beauty took from those who loved them
In other days.
Smoky the cat was sleeping in his grassy nest by the back door. I woke him by stroking him goodbye, but his reaction was to demand food cat like! Poor Smoky! I hope the Lipscombes will be kind to him in his old age [he did indeed live several more years].
To lunch with Wilk and off about 2.30, tea at New Inn, Lechlade, but very expensive, 2/9, and reached Hollybush about 6.30. The tie with Henley cut now for good and for the time being no home of my own beyond the caravan, but isn't that a blessing! A room of one's own!
Ten days lter am wrting this in Mary's flat.
Monday, July 1st
Nora had two Fifth form girls up to help with the crews' dinner, but listening to the thousands of words she used directing them what to do I wondered whether there was in fact much saving of energy.
Wednesday, July 3rd
Picked up Mary at the Caversham bus stop. We decided to go to the Bucks side. We saw Bryanston beat Tiffin's School
Thursday, July 4th
Bryanston fell to Shrewsbury.
Friday, July 5th
Went up to London... to Queen Anne's Gate.... where I was conducted into a room and saw two men. It was some time before I discovered that the second was Major Vernet, the ex-owner of Claydon! The National Trust agent very passive. I asked most of the questions, Major Verney a few. They offered a 3 room flat and £300 a year. They have no idea how many may turn up when it opens on July 29th. There did not seem to be any urgency when i said I could not come until September. The great catch is living by myself until Mary and I can get married.
There has been rather a scandal about Gilbert Murray. The Roman Catholics got in when he was not compos mentis and gave him extreme unction.
Saturday, July 6th
Temperatures of 90° and high humidity. The men had dinner in the middle of the day and high tea before departing at six. Our gross takings in notes were £81=5=6. Nevertheless I was thankful to see them go. The heatwave has made us very tired.
Sunday, July 7th
Spent the morning tidying up the house. Nora, planning as ever, suggested that if I went to Claydon I should send my washing to a launderette in Cheam. Pointed out a) had not been offered Claydon b) if offered had not decided to accept it!
Monday, July 8th
Charmian Cook, her French husband, 2 boys, month old baby girl, to tea. We shall be social to the bitter end as the Makins are coming down here on July 30th
Rang up the rector tonight about the Periam service. The clergy are the bottom. He wanted the Psalm said, a different lesson, and his own hymns. Finally he enquired if Brind could play the organ.
Tuesday, July 9th
The end of term gets more and more distracting with invigilation continually interrupting the other chores. It seems to be having a bad effect on the wind in my guts which appear very inflated.
Cherry told me the staff were giving me £11, the children £20 and the Old Boys and Girls about £70. The children would like to see their present, the rest would prefer cheques. Shall have to consult Mary tomorrow.
Friday, July 12th
Lady Helen in to say goodbye. Charming as ever. Promised to come and see my house, if I got one.
Saturday, July 13th
My successor came down. I liked him much less than the first time, but Lady Helen said one never does like one's successor. He won't answer letters promptly, that's one thing. He said his wife was coming, but did not say that she was coming later from Worthing and staying at the Red Lion, while he came on from London. He apparently does not mind if he meets the staff or not before term. I'd thought he'd want to, but if he feels like that he might have said so and saved me the trouble.
We had another go at the timetable, the school accounts, etc. He had been told religion was important in Henley, so had apparently decided to go to church. I found this a bit hard to stomach. However if he joins the golf club, the Salisbury Club, the squash club and and attends service on Sunday no doubt they'll think he is what they call "a live wire".
He said Soar, my predecessor, under whom he taught, was "more like a business executive". I could not resist saying, "Most headmasters are."
Took him down to see Cherry for a drink. She was desperately nervous. After I dropped him at the Red Lion. I went back to see Cherry. She said that at any rate he was polite, if without charm, which was more than some headmasters were!
Sunday, July 14th
Rang up Cherry to hear how she had got on at morning coffee with Mr and Mrs L [Lipscombe, the coming head] and the senior master. She was very gloomy. He was only interested in organisation and completely disinterested in people. The school would become academic institution and he and Clem would run it as they thought. Poor dear! Secretly I agree with her. The more I see of him the less I like him.
Monday, July 15th
This was a funny day. Mary and I all dressed up in our best - me in my new suit, Mary in an unwonted county hat and French gloves - started off for Claydon, arrived at the house about three o'clock. The door bore a painted plate "Ring for custodian". We rang. Nothing happened so we found the door was unlocked and went in. The hall was full of litter and people writing at tables who displayed no interest in us, or, when asked, in Mr Wallace, the agent, either. We explored and entered a huge half-darkened library where a group seemed to be trying out the lighting. From the group Mr Wallace and Major Verney appeared and we were introduced. We need not have bothered. Mr W and the Major were in tattered sports coats and Mrs V in slacks. There was builders' and electricians' clutter all over the place, mixed up with a jumble of junk from the rooms they were working on. Some of the windows were out, and men were even tearing off the roof off the church! The custodian appeared, a big wheezy popeyed man called Bowsher. He seemed to think we might be a relief from Tring! but when we were introduced we were told we might be coming to help him, but everything was vague to a degree and nothing was explained, except the people in the hall: they were professor and students looking for something.
Saturday, July 20th
Heavy rain made it necessary to cancel the Old Boys' Match, but over 100 came up to the tea and presentation. Phyllis, Miss Hunter and Marjorie Barnes all in the front rows. I was rather nervous, but soon got into my stride and made them laugh. They gave me £70 and a book with the subscribers' names and to Nora one of the Wilk's water colours. I used the quotation from Bacon: I count every man a debtor to his profession.
After this we circulated with cups and saucers; I tried to have a word with most people. It was a very pleasant party and most enjoyable.
Monday, July 22nd
My last staff meeting. Amiable and short - determined that "leave it to my successor" a good policy, especially as Cherry inclined to be emotional when I suggested sorting the quick and the slow.
Tuesday, July 23rd
The last of my "justly dreaded" talks on "How babies are born" to 1y and 1d. They were very nice and sensible.
Wednesday, July 24th
Phyllis and boys up for tea. P curious to know what I intended to do, replied "Put my feet up". Nora said she felt the strain of concealment. I said I've had 17 years of it.
Thursday, July 25th
Yesterday my last lesson, to 1y on the discovery of the ocean routes in the C15th and C16th centuries - rather a good lesson I thought. Intend to tell them it was last tomorrow.
Friday, July 26th
This was indeed a day to remember! I had to prepare the speeches for the seniors, the juniors and the staff. While I was shaving I had a brain wave. Why stand to make my farewell speeches, why not have the desk removed from the dais and sit at ease in my library arm chair, the school literally at my feet. This I did, and it worked well.
I did not have the usual O God our help followed by the school hymn, but chose two of my favourite tunes, He that is down need fear no fall and Gird on thy sword, O man. I thought I might falter with the Collects, but my voice remained quite steady and unemotional after the last lines:
From whom all is, from whom all begun,
In whom all Beauty, Truth and Love are one
After the lists had been read, the swimming certificates announced, the term's competition prizes distributed and the cups given away, Hazel Reynolds came forward and made a speech. It was a nice speech mainly about what I had done with the Sixth - how good it was to have a scholar as headmaster (Cherry's inspiration here I felt). At the end she offered me a token plate from the Doulton "Cascade" dinner service. To loud and long applause I held up the plate for all to see at arms length above my head. The desk was removed and I made by allocution.
I thanked them for the present and said the pattern on it would remind me of the field in June, the grasses on the bank, high and covered with blue, brown and yellow flower. I said a school should have a character, a flavour, a tang, even eccentricity, and secondly a standard of excellence.
There were two sides to our civilization; the new, science, and the old, literature and the arts. Whether one had most to do with one or the other, not to neglect the new or despise the old. Their education could never be complete. We tried to open doors for them. They must go through. I quoted Bunyan and gave them a rule of conduct: Do nothing that increases the difficulty of the individual.
Then they stood and I described Sir Jacob Astley on Oct 23rd, 1642, leading his men into battle. After he had halted them and said his prayer, which I repeated, he added, "Lead on boys" - and I say to you "Lead on boys". At this the organ, piano and strings sounded the first chord of a march and the school filed out, leaving me in my chair.
Only the staff remained. Len and Tom were sitting among them, pleased as anything. In order to short circuit the Cherry-Clem row, Wilk had been asked to to make the presentation. Poor dear, she had spent hours writing an essay which she proceeded to read from manuscript. It went on and on in very stilted language. I thought it would never stop. Anyway it made it easy for me for; this, like Tom Luker's effort on Saturday, good to follow by contrast.
Back to the Sixth form. I gave my reading from Don Juan in America of Mr Pumpenstempel's Orchestra.
After lunch it suddenly occurred to me that Cherry light go over to see Mary. She said she was thinking of going into the library, so I rang Mary and told her to expect her. I thought it would be easier for both.
Shook hand with all the Sixth and dismissed them, then after the bell had gone, sat in my room and waited for the individual members of the staff had been in to say goodbye. By now I was very tired.
Picked up Mary in Castle Street. Cherry had been in and was in such an emotional state she could hardly speak and was very weepy. Mary said she almost wept herself but tried to keep the conversation on a calm level.
After we had had supper and washed up it was nearly nine, but I knew we must complete this "day to remember" in one way; our way. We got into bed and I told Mary as I held her that now it was only us. The school had gone. She was my only love, and so we lay together and I could feel, though I could not see, the tears that filled her eyes.
Saturday, July 27th
A letter, a very nice one, arrived from Cherry. Said she liked Mary. She was beautiful and charming. Cherry so relieved she would not "never see me again".
Had a cup of coffee with Wilk in the morning and told her Nora and I were parting. Said she guessed as much as we wanted two photographs of Ioan! Asked a bit tartly what would my R.C. friends think. Had been questioned by some on staff as to where I spent my Wednesday afternoons. Replied if they wanted to now they had better ask me! Good for her.
Monday, July 29th
A heavy crop of honey. One lot Tom could just about lift and that was all.
Friday, Aug 9th
Ten days later am writing this in Mary's flat. We had the last social occasion at School House, the Makins family to lunch on July 31st. Nora left the same afternoon. On Wednesday the removers [for Nora's things] should have arrived at 8.30, at 10 I rang up and discovered Mr Wilkins had forgotten the date. Moral: never employ Wilkins. That evening while Mary was cooking supper, the enquiry agent, a tough, bronzed colonial type, appeared to take a statement from us. This had its comic moments. When he asked whether I stayed in the flat over the weekends, or was "intimate" in the afternoons or evenings, Mary put her head round the door and said "All three". Signed my statement, about a page and a half and Mary a sentence to say she agreed with the truth of it, the whole thing about took about half an hour.
On Thursday I cleaned up the house, washed up the honey apparatus (170lbs from four hives) and Mary came over to supper. I went to Miss Hunter and told her of the divorce. She cross questioned me like a Q.C. - worse, though not to intime as the agent! Said she was sorry for Nora. The agent said he did not think there was much hope of a marriage before Christmas.
Saturday, Aust 10th
Mr Wallace came in at teatime and asked me if I would take over from the Bouchers for a fortnight in September.
Wednesday, Aug 14th
Mr Boucher rang up at 10 and had everything arranged. Suggested I should go to Claydon on Sept 6th to learn the knowhow and he would leave on the Saturday.
Friday, Aug 16th
Removers arrived punctually at 9 and off by 11. To Miss Hunter's to sleep.
Saturday, Aug 17th
Got my own breakfast and said goodbye to Miss H. Took me to 12.30 to pack car full to roof almost, lumbering along with flattened springs. Had just time to take a last walk round the garden. It was a lovely green. On the Italian terrace the snapdragon and dahlias were in bloom
I looked at the limes with their tasseled bobs, the lily pond , on the edge of which we so often sat in summer, the view of the school Geoffrrey Makins painted, walked up to the walnut tree and touched its grey channeled trunk, a private ritual of Mary and me, then more slowly across the lawn to the place under the cedar where I ate my picnic in 1934 while I was waiting for the governors' decision. I thought of the lines
Look thy last on all things lovely
Every hour. Let no night
Seal they sense in deathly slumber
Till to delight
Thou have paid thy utmost blessing;
Since that all things then would'st praise
Beauty took from those who loved them
In other days.
Smoky the cat was sleeping in his grassy nest by the back door. I woke him by stroking him goodbye, but his reaction was to demand food cat like! Poor Smoky! I hope the Lipscombes will be kind to him in his old age [he did indeed live several more years].
To lunch with Wilk and off about 2.30, tea at New Inn, Lechlade, but very expensive, 2/9, and reached Hollybush about 6.30. The tie with Henley cut now for good and for the time being no home of my own beyond the caravan, but isn't that a blessing! A room of one's own!
Ten days lter am wrting this in Mary's flat.
Staff photo summer 1957: back row, far left is a welsh woman, Miss Jenkins; she taught French.
ReplyDeleteAnd a very good teacher she was, too, not the linguistic flare of Clem Clifford but absolutely dedicated and with almost ferociously high moral standards. She selflessly devoted many hours over a two-year period to teaching me Spanish (French was the only modern language taught then).
DeleteThe staff in the photo are:
ReplyDeleteBack row left to right Miss Jenkins; Mr Marschener (Art); Mr Isherwood (Woodwork and Games); Mr Hirons (Science); Mr Brind (Music); Mr Roberts
Front row l to r Mr Attrill (Geog);Mr Clifford; HDB; Mrs Clayden; Miss Smith (English); Mrs Green (Dom Science)
Some of the 'missing' prefects are Ross Tristrem (back left); Halina Wilczek (back centre); David Shave (front left)
A most enjoyable read, as an old boy who has in-class experience with the great characters mentioned within...
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