42opposite to yours. I sidestepped history andgeography to concentrate alone in the hall onPhysics, Chemistry and Biology, the subjectswhere I had at least a miserable chance of success,eventually caught, interrogated and sentencedto eternal damnation by Biff Smith.In reply to your second email, I would have noobjection to you using my email for the purposesuggested, if you think any one would beinterested in reading it. When would you wantto submit it?David has asked me to slip in a few lines bythe end of January, I shall try for that deadline.It just seemed on the spur of the moment that aseries of email correspondences between twoold mates of fifty years ago would be a novelway of sharing a bit of ʺchewing the fatʺ.We have just decided that we want some wintersun and warmth so we are going to Lanzeroteon Thursday for a week.Bon voyage. Have a good ʹun.(Editor: Roger, why not become a member?Life membership is still only £10)SCHOOL PHOTO 1925by Peter Robson (1945-53)Peter Emms (1951-56) is a partner at Goodall’sEstate Agents in Scarborough. While surveyingan empty house which he had been commissionedto sell, he found a framed photographof the staff and pupils of the SBHS dated June1925. The first thing he noticed was that hisfather was in the front row of the assembledschool. Naturally, he took possession of thephoto and passed it on to the <strong>Old</strong> <strong>Scarborians</strong>’Secretary.The photo has the following handwritten inscriptionon the back:-.“This picture was in the possession of Joe Hopwoodfor 45 years in Simonstown, South Africa.It was given to Herbert W Dennis whenvisiting South Africa in 1974. Joe said it wouldgive far more pleasure to people in Scarborough,Yorkshire UK.Herbert Dennis had it published in the ScarboroughMercury in January 1975. It created atremendous amount of interest – letters camefrom all over the world – including one fromHarold Denton in Pietersburg. He is an accountantwho served his time with Robinson,Coulson and Kirkby in the 1920’s. Anotherletter was from Sep Brown in the Isle of Man –now retired from being Surveyor with StourportRDC – and lots more”.A second inscription in different writing is asfollows:-“ July 18 th 1985. Mrs Tom Laughton, widow ofthe late Herbert Dennis, kindly gave the photographto William Leslie Swinney, as he hadshown interest in the photo, as guest at dinnerduring Herbert’s lifetime”.Bill Swinney, who supplied many of us withour school uniform from his shop in AberdeenWalk, died a year ago and it seems reasonableto assume that the photo somehow survivedthe clearance of the contents of his home.It is a marvellous object in pristine conditionand an important addition to our archive.CONNECTIONSby Ron Hutchinson (1945-53)I was delighted in October 2002 to receive aletter from Peter Robson suggesting I join theOSA. Apart from being a VL class-mate, Peterand I had also been members, along with DonBarnes and Maurice Pennock, of a Table Tennisteam called the “Quads”. Attired in marooncoloured shirts bearing the logo “QUADS”, wehad played in the Scarborough and DistrictTable Tennis League.I suppose that technically I have “rejoined” theOSA, as I remember being a member while atuniversity, and on one occasion going to a dinnerat the English Speaking Union in London.After National Service in the RAF in Germany,and then 4 years at Queen’s College Oxford - acollege at which many <strong>Old</strong> Boys both beforeand after me have studied - I went into teach-
43ing as a History master. I want to use thisarticle to mull over OSA connections so won’tbore you with a lot of career details. Let itsuffice that I got to the top of the greasy poleand for 17 years was Headmaster of a Comprehensiveschool - Hanley Castle HighSchool in Worcestershire. In 1991 I took earlyretirement, and have never looked back. I amhappily married, and live in Malvern.The lucky break in my career came, I mustconfess, as a result of “old school tie” connection.My first teaching post had been a pleasantco-educational Grammar School in Derbyshire.After only two years and two terms, aninvitation came from out the blue to apply forthe post of Head of History at the ManorGrammar/Technical School, Mansfield Woodhouse,Notts. As some of my readers will havealready guessed, the Headmaster was a Mr.GR Hovington. It seems that Hov had been onthe grapevine to Joey about a suitable candidatefrom the SBHS <strong>Old</strong> Boys, and my namecame up. And the Scarborough connectioncontinued because when I left after six happyyears my successor was Graham Thornton.The Manor School was a brand-new, state ofthe art, building, and Hov was brilliant atman-management, organisation, and discipline.No doubt he drew in part on his warservice as a Major in the Green Howards. Isaw quite a different Hov from the man whohad taught me A level English. I thrived at theschool, and became a House Master, whichhelped me in my next career step to become aDeputy Head. The Houses were called aftersome insignificant medieval locals (Stuffyn,Wolfhunt, Kirklynton). Although the administrativeframe work was up-dated, I could detecta pastoral lineage from Arnold, Kingsley,Ruskin, and Carlyle at the SBHS.I note from the Magazine that Mike Rines isworking on Hov’s wartime diary. (Editor: Seenext article) Here is an anecdote. Hov and Ihad taken a school party to Belgium, I think itwas 1966. It included Hov’s wife, Jean, andtheir two small children. Hov and I, for somereason I cannot remember, were alone on thequay at Ostend. He recounted to me how duringthe last days of the war (<strong>May</strong> 45) his unitwas pushing deeper into Germany and theywere meeting bitter resistance from teenagemembers of the Hitler Youth, who were fightingfar more fanatically than the average Germansoldier. Hov said that he and the rest ofthe men had a funny feeling about how stupidit would be to get killed in the last days of thewar by a bunch of schoolboys. Hov also recalledthat when one of the youths was captured,he spat defiantly on Hov’s battle dress.My next contact with the SBHS came in 1974when I became Headmaster of Hanley CastleGrammar School in Worcestershire, taskedwith turning it into a Comprehensive. I wrotefull of pride to Joey to let him know that onemore of his pupils had made good. Althoughhis life was almost at an end, he wrote meback a kind letter, which I still treasure. Ithink that we are all agreed how incredibleJoey’s memory was in its ability to recall generationafter generation of <strong>Old</strong> Boys. For goodmeasure this letter also included the informationthat Les Brown had began his teachingcareer at Hanley Castle Grammar School inthe 1930’s before moving to the SBHS.I found Les Brown’s records and they showedthat he had been at Hanley Castle 1933-36,after which he had moved to Scarborough.His salary was £250.00 per annum less 10%(during the Great Depression of the 1930’s theArmed Forces, Civil Service and Teachers allhad to take a 10% cut). I also found a HMIReport, which spoke highly of the youngFrench master - he was full of energy and hada refreshingly modern approach with plentyof spoken French.I took photo copies of the relevant documentsand got in touch with Les. There then began amost wonderful friendship with him whichlasted until his death. My wife and I visitedLes and Betty several times at Barmoor Manorwhere we were always greeted with delicioushome made scones and cakes. On one occa-