Summer Times, Volume 47, May 2005 - Old Scarborians

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1EVENTS DIARY 2005/6Please enter these in your diaryNOW!For full details for all events see page 55Lecture by ProfessorRichard Seymour 6 th June 2005OSA Golf 23 rd June 2005OSA Golf 21 st July 2005OSA Golf Dinner 21 st July 2005Rugby Reunion 2 nd September 2005OSA/SGHS Joint Buffet Dinner16 th September 2005OSA Annual Dinner 2 nd December 2005Boxing Day Rugby 26 th December 2005OSA London Lunch March 2006(being arranged)Please send items for the next SummerTimes to David Fowler, (address onpage 2) as soon as possible but to reachhim by 15th August 2005. Items sent bye‐mail or on CD are of great help;otherwise please type, or write, on oneside of your paper.

38. Alfred Samuel Tetley39. School camps42. Crossword No. 7 solution43. Cryptic Crossword by John Rice44. The Battle of Trafalgar – 200545. Old Scarborians– John Birley48 Down the Years50. Braving the briny50. A swell accident in Britain51. Memories of SBHS52. Letter from Cairo54. Changes to the school system55. Events diary and details56. PostscriptEDITORIALWelcome to Volume 47of Summer Times. With 60pages, this issue isslightly smaller thanearlier ones. However,where we have includedevent application formsand membership formsin the past, these have taken the weight of themagazine perilously close to the next postageweight band. We have been lucky so far – butwe feel we ought to keep on the safe side ofthe next, more expensive postal weight band.Before you read any further, please turn backto page 1 and forward to page 55, and enterin your diary the dates of the coming eventsplanned for you by your committee. Forevents where a booking form is enclosed, whynot complete it and post it straight away?The idea of highlighting future activities atthe start of the magazine is because, just asarticles for the magazine are diminishing, soare the numbers of members attending ourvarious functions. The Scarborough ChristmasDinner still attracts excellent support butthe attendance at the London lunch, only 19this year, was nothing short of abysmal.Has apathy and complacency crept in afterthe heady, buoyant times of a few years ago,3when some events were almost over subscribed?Are members getting bored with theOSA, or with the events, or venues of thoseevents being organised for them? And, if so,how can your committee improve matters?Maurice Johnson is involved in the 2006 Londonlunch and seeks your views, particularlyof where it should be held. See his article onpage 22.Turning from events and back to SummerTimes, it has been suggested by a few membersthat the magazine looks back too much;when we should be looking forward. I haveno difficulty with that opinion; it is yourmagazine and I merely shuffle what arriveson my door mat and try to present it in a reasonableway. It has been suggested that memberswho hold the view that we should belooking forward more should put theirthoughts on paper and expand upon theirtheme so we could open up a discussion betweenall members. However, nothing touchingon this suggestion was received by thecopy date for this edition, or, in fact, since.Space will be made available in a future editionshould any member feel like putting pento paper, on this, or any other view.If we are to look forward, should we, as anAssociation, be trying to put back somethinginto the town where we were all so ably educated?This was suggested by Tom Pindar atthe OSA Centenary Dinner; as far as I know, ithas not been explored further.And if we should be looking to put somethingback, what should it be?My appeal in the last issue for a Deputy Editorhas borne fruit and I am pleased that RayBloom (1953‐60) has accepted the position,and is now getting his feet under the table.His Letter from Cairo appears on page 52 andhis input should be further apparent from theNovember issue.Ray is Head of a department at a school inCairo, but with modern technology we do notsee this as a particular drawback, despite the

distance. In fact, at a recent committee meetingsomeone suggested (sadly, I suspect withtongue very much in cheek), that we shouldhold a future committee meeting in Cairo!Certainly Ray and I hope to meet up on one ofmy regular trips to Egypt.Many thanks to Ray’s predecessor, JohnMann for his assistance over recent years.John had to resign and he writes in our “Hereand There” section.Thanks are also due to Jim Bland and TomPindar who both responded so ably to myappeal for photographers for our variousevents. Tom and Jim joined me in taking photographsof members and tables at the 2004Scarborough Dinner, and within 24 hours ofthe event these photos were in the hands ofBill Potts to add to the Association’s web site.With three photographers now on board weshould be able to share future events betweenus without difficulty.Contributions for the magazine are stillneeded and whilst probably upwards of 95%of contributions do appear, it remains ofgrowing concern that receipt of “meaty” articlescontinues to wane. Having said that, Ifeel we have a good spread of articles in thisissue although copy for our next issue is, sofar, sparse.Especially, we must encourage our youngermembers and younger potential members tocontribute, and to attend their Association’sevents. Older “Westwood” members havebeen very supportive, and long may this continue.However, the younger, “Woodlands”members are the Association’s lifeblood,without whose involvement the Associationwill fade more swiftly.Once new members do join, they seem toenjoy their involvement, as a letter from JimGoodman indicates on page 22.4If the Association is not to fade into the mistsof time, as have so many other similar organisations;the help, the support and the contributionsof younger members, is absolutelycrucial.Your committee works hard to encouragenew membership. But each of the 668 Associationmembers out there, by encouraging ayounger ex‐pupil to join us, can do more in astroke, than your committee can do in fiveyears.Within this copy of Summer Times is a membershipapplication form. As readers are alreadylikely to be members, please make areal effort to pass this form on to an ex pupil,non‐member. If they can be younger thanyourself so much the better – that will aid thelifespan of the Association. And do encouragethem to complete the application in yourpresence and post it to us with their £10 Lifemembership fee!Photocopy the form if you are able to pass itto others, as Life membership at only £10must be the bargain of the decade. Membershipmust be worth many times its cost ‐even if it merely helps re‐acquaint and keepmembers in touch with old school friendsfrom years gone by.With your support we stand a chance of encouragingyounger ex‐pupils to join us and ofguaranteeing the medium term future of ourAssociation.Last year we sent out a financial appeal to allmembers – that was extremely successful.Can this year’s appeal be a membership appeal?And will you, the members, make surethat this is just as successful as last year’sappeal?Generally, items of interest for the magazinehave slowed after the frantic flood of a fewyears ago. Your committee will assess incomingcopy on an issue by issue basis, and if wefeel we are at the stage where this is becominga concern, we shall bite the bullet and cutback to one issue a year.However, any cost savings would be reducedby the remaining need to circulate event de‐

5tails to all members.I am still wishing to hand over the editingand publishing and design roles of themagazine to a successor, within a year or so.This is my 12th edition of “putting thingstogether” and, as well as writer’s cramp, Ido feel sure an element of staleness isbound to creep in and that a new incumbentwould instil freshnessand new ideas.With Ray Bloom nowon board as DeputyEditor, who knows;Ray might be smittenby the same bugwhich led to me makingthe rash offer in1999 to take over Summer Times from FrankBamforth, when he wished to hand over.The result of that same rash offer, howeverhas given me much satisfaction; and contactwith old boys since that time has been veryenjoyable.David Fowler (1949-55)EditorPRESIDENTIALI have hardly had time todraw breath since I waselected President at theAGM on the 23 rd November.Three days later wehad a successful ScarboroughDinner attended by81 members and almostimmediately my wife and I left on a visit toNew Zealand, to see our daughter and tohave some holiday. You find some briefnotes on our activities in NZ elsewhere.At the AGM I concluded my last report asSecretary with the following remarks:‐“I believe as did my predecessors, that theOld Scarborians Association is a worthwhileorganisation which is achieving its objectivesof keeping the former pupils andmembers of staff of the Boys High School incontact with each other. We were membersof a unique school, the like of which is todayrare in our national life and through theAssociation we are able to enjoy that commonbond and each other’s friendship andfellowship.“The Association was founded exactly 70years ago and has been supported by asuccession of loyal members, many ofwhom have taken office in the Associationand worked hard to keep it going.“My task for the last five years has been tobuild on what has gone before and to equipthe Association with newly available toolsto recruit and communicate with membersfrom several generations around the world.I have been greatly assisted in this by DavidFowler, the Editor of Summer Times and BillPotts, the Web Site Manager.“I leave the job with a feeling of satisfactionthat I have prepared the Association for avigorous life in the 21 st century.“And I look forward to helping and supportingthe new management team as theyinject further new energy and ideas into theAssociation to carry it towards its centenary.”Peter Robson (1945-53)PresidentSECRETARIALHaving just taken overfrom Peter Robson at theAGM in November thiswill be a very short piece.I would like to offer theAssociation’s thanks toRay Bloom for agreeingto work with David onthe magazines. Producing them is a verytime consuming job and helping take theweight off David will hopefully allow us to

talk him into continuing for a good few moreeditions.Apart from the magazines the ScarboroughDinner, the London Lunch, the two Golfdays, the Golf Dinner and the Boxing DayRugby are the events that bind us togethersocially.Can I therefore ask you to give all the supportyou are able to these meetings and encourageyou to talk as many fellow OldScab’s as possible and encourage them toattend. If we can maintain or increase numbersattending the meals and drag more golfersalong to North Cliff then the OSA willcontinue to be the enjoyable social scene ithas always been.The dates of the various events appear onpage 1, with full details on page 55. As yetwe do not have a date for the London Lunchbut it will definitely be in March 2006. Negotiationsare ongoing at the moment, andMaurice Johnson gives an update on page 22.As always I hope you all have a healthy andenjoyable year and that you continue to giveyour full support to the Old Scarborians’Association.Mick Bowman (1954-61)SecretaryTREASURIALIn view of the success oflast yearʹs appeal we findourselves in a very fortunateposition financiallyand our latest accounts arereproduced on pages 9 &10.Donations are still tricklingin and I can assure any member who hasnot yet contributed that we are not chargingany interest on late payments so please sendme a cheque.The Christmas dinner was a great successboth socially and financially and otherwise6our financial situation is very much as shownin the accounts up to 31st October 2004.Chris Found (1951-59)TreasurerMEMBERSHIP SECRETARYOur total membership nowstands at 668. Since the lastissue the following are welcomedas new members ofthe Association:Michael Neil Barmby 1950‐58Stanley Howard Catling 1934‐39Jonathon McBride Dean 1971‐78Frederick William Duggleby 1951‐53John Martin Hall 1957‐64Thomas Smith Hudson 1932‐38Kenneth Danby Lucas 1962‐67William Joseph Owens 1952‐1960Brian James Turner 1958‐64Peter Whitehead 1963‐1971Desmond Anthony Wood 1941‐1943We now have 321 members who have providede‐mail addresses. However, when werecently tried to contact all members with e‐mail, a large number of these e‐mail addressesfailed. On page 7 we list failed e‐mailaddresses in the hope that those memberswill update their records with the Association.Members with internet access can updatetheir records by going tohttp://update.oldscarborians.org. If you arealready visiting the website, you just need toclick on Membership on the menu and followthe top‐of‐page menus from there.I am sure there are many more of you whohave internet connections so please considergiving your address as this is by far thequickest and cheapest way of communicating.I regret that I have been informed of the followingdeaths of old boys:

Derek EylandKen MillsBill Nicholson (of Tottenham Hotspur fame)Geoff PughEnclosed with this issue is a membershipapplication form. I urge existing members toendeavour to introduce a new member toensure continuity of the Association in futureyears. I know that the supply of potentialmembers is reducing but your efforts will begreatly appreciated.Some “normal” mail is still returned to usundelivered and if you know the whereaboutsof anyone on the following list, pleasedo let me know.Colin Hurd (1952-58)Membership SecretaryMISSING MEMBERS LISTIf any member knows the wherabouts ofany of the following, please contact ColinHurd.Trevor E Almack SCARBOROUGHDavid Booth READINGDr Brian Cartwright KEIGHLEYHW Cassel CANADAA ClaughtonHenry J Cundall, HALESWORTHAlan N Dawson YORKAnthony Dewdney SCARBOROUGHDavid Eade NEWCASTLE‐upon‐TYNEChristopher Garner COLLEGE TOWNStephen Glaves S CARBOROUGHJohn Graves SCARBOROUGHPhilip Harding WATFORDDavid Hepworth GRANTHAMPA Hodgson SCARBOROUGHDavid Horsley SCARBOROUGHPeter Johnson SCARBOROUGHTerry McKinley SCARBOROUGHGraham Middleditch SCARBOROUGHGeoffrey Mitchell YORKJohn S Nockels SCARBOROUGHNigel Robinson SCARBOROUGHAdrian Scales SCARBOROUGH7Kenneth Snowden AUSTRALIAPT Waggitt CAMBRIDGEDJ Welburn PONTEFRACTCol. JB Wilkinson LEYBURNGR Wilson BIRMINGHAMMartin Woolley HALIFAXFAILED E-MAIL ADDRESSESIf your name appears below, our recent e‐mail to you (giving details of the Londonlunch), did not reach you. It might be thatyou have changed e‐mail providers, or thatyour details in our records were incorrect.Please resubmit your e‐mail address to theAssociation by going to:http://update.oldscarborians.org If you arealready visiting the website, you just need toclick on Membership on the menu and followthe top‐of‐page menus from there. Alternatively,advise us by conventional e‐mail, letteror phone.James Edward AgarDavid W. BarnesDavid Martin BrownMick CammishJohn H CarrDon CaskieKevin S ChannersJohn C ClarkAndrew ClaughtonBrian DevenportJohn DobsonFred DugglebyPeter Terence ExleyPhilip Christopher DuxburyDon HellmuthGeoffrey C HillarbyClive HopkinsGuy Richard JibsonRichard G. LazenbyTim LazenbyJohn Christopher LedgardPeter Charles LoftusJohn H. MannJS MarriottJohn David MorleyMichael E. Nellis

Timothy OldfieldJohn Richard OuthwaiteNorman D. OverfieldJM Warren OvertonMartin K. ReedRaymond Ogier ScottJames Alfred ScottGordon ShepherdKeith SmurthwaitePhilip Brian SpeakLeslie E Stockell)Geoffrey TaylorJeremy S. ThorpeDavid TuckerDavid Christopher WatsonMichael WatsonRichard John WatsonAndrew G. WilsonSPORTING EVENTS2005 GOLF ARRANGEMENTSThe two Competitionsare to be held as follows:Dr.Meadley:Thursday 23rd JuneT A Smith:Thursday 21st JulyThe format will be thesame as last year in eachcase and The Annual Golf Dinner will be heldat the North Cliff Club on the evening of thesecond Competition on 21st July.In view of the lack of interest shown in thepostal golf competition last year I have decidednot to proceed with this.Chris Found (1951-59)Golf SecretaryOLD SCARBORIANS WEBSITE REPORT8Because of other priorities, many membersubmissions for the website remain in thequeue. However, I have managed to accommodateall four of the 2003and 2004 semi‐annualissues of Summer Times,the Golf Tournament reportsso reliably providedby Chris Found, a smallnumber of sports anddrama photographs, andsome other odds and ends.I have also found time to participate in theDiscussion Forum, both in my role as Webmasterand as Bill Potts, ordinary participant.46 people have joined the Discussion Forum.Inexplicably, only 18 of them have postedtopics or have replied to existing topics. I shalltry to encourage more participation the nexttime I send out an OSA Website Bulletin tothe 300 or so members who have email addresses.I’ve striven to keep up to date with the postingof David Fowler’s photographs of theLuncheon and Dinner events. The only onesstill incomplete are the 2004 London Luncheon,and 2004 Scarborough Christmas Dinner.I expect to find time shortly to complete them.With respect to the events (and the Eventssection of the website), I view it as the Secretary’sresponsibility to inform me of detailswell in advance of each event, so that I canput the appropriate announcements on theFuture Events pages and provide a registrationform. I would appreciate it if the incomingSecretary would provide such informationin a timely manner, via email, over the nextyear.In spite of recent lack of time, my enthusiasmfor the website is unabated and I shall striveto process all pending submissions over thenext few months.Bill Potts (1946-55)Webmaster

9Old Scarborians AssociationIncome and Expenditure AccountYear ended 31st October 2004

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Judy Basham writes fromLymington, on behalf of BillBasham (1957-60)In Billʹs absence I recentlyreceived the latest OldScarborians’ ʹSummerTimesʹ.I thought you or othermembers of the committeemight wonder why therewill be a complete lack ofcontact from him for the foreseeable future.Bill retired in July this year and immediatelyʹtook offʹ on his long planned sailing venture.He crossed Biscay and then coastal hoppeddown Spain and Portugal to Gibraltar. Therehe joined a rally ‐ ‘Bluewater Ralliesʹ‐ʹRallyAntiguaʹ and set off on 31st October [2004] toTenerife, then continuing across the Atlanticto Antigua. Different folk have joined him atvarious stages, as crew, and Iʹll be in Antiguafor the Christmas period following which ourintention is to do the British Virgin Islandstogether in January.I shall then return home and Bill will continuefor the remainder of the season. He will returnhome around May/June 2005 for 6‐7months and then collect the boat in January2006 and do some similar return trip.Editor: We contacted Judy and she replied“Iʹm sure he would be pleased towrite something for Summer Times at thattime.”John Mann writes fromShropshire (1950-56)I feel that I must respond tothe comment contained inDavid Fowler’s leader inVolume 46 of The SummerTimes wherein he states thatI have resigned from theOld Scarborians’ Committeeand from my position asassistant Editor of Summer11Times due to “Personal Reasons.”“Personal reasons” is redolent of fingers inthe till, a criminal background, unsavourysexual practices or anti‐social personal hygiene.I can claim none of these.In fact, the reasons for my resignation areneither private nor personal, but at this junctureI must say that I had not realised thatresignation from the Old Scabs was akin toresignation from the Mafia; only when youdie! It seems to be a case of “sleep with thefishes.” No, my reasons are very straightforward.Firstly, living more than 170 miles from Scarboroughmeans that I am unable to attendcommittee meetings as frequently as either Ior the Chairman would wish. Secondly, mywife and I are spending more and more timeduring the winter months travelling abroad,and, thirdly, and perhaps most importantly, Ihave a current commitment to a deadlinewhich is looming on the near horizon andwhich is commanding all of my free time. Forall of these reasons, therefore, I am unable togive sufficient time to the committee, andalso, as David Fowler will be looking forsomeone to fill his role as Editor, a vacancywhich, because of my other commitments,would not be possible for me to fill, I believe itin the best interests of the Association for meto resign now and to give someone else timeto bed in before David retires, so to speak.I have offered, in the short term, to makemyself available to help as I may in the preparationof the next magazine. In any event Ishall continue to support The Old Scarboriansto the best of my abilities.Editor: On receipt of John’s letter I apologisedfor any clumsy wording in the lastedition. I repeat that apology here. Thepiece containing the quote “personal reasons”was written some time before publication,and directly after I had received an e‐mail from John asking me, at that time, tokeep his reasons confidential.

12When a successor as Editor does come forwardI shall retire gracefully ‐ “for personalreasons” ‐ my interpretation of thephrase is somewhat more innocent thanJohn’s.John Rice writes fromSurbiton (1947-56)I was delighted to hear,from Summer Times, thatyour operation went welland that you are quicklygetting back to normal.Thatʹs good news indeed.Less good news is theannouncement that youare planning to step down as editor and arelooking for a successor, having also lost theservices of your deputy. I can imagine thatthe search for a suitable replacement wonʹtbe easy. The trouble with an Associationsuch as ours is that there will never beyoung blood with up‐to‐date computerskills. I wish I could offer to take the job on. Iprobably have the necessary layout andtype‐setting expertise, but thatʹs because Ialready have a magazine to edit, with sixissues a year and so deadlines every twomonths. With this kind of commitment Icould never cope with an additional editingtask. So with regret I cannot offer to helpwith ST. I do hope someone can be found.Iʹm much enjoying the new issue, all themore for not having proof‐read it!Dez Wood writes fromScarborough (1941-43)Although I have neverbeen a member, BrianMarshall passes theoccasional copy on tome and I find themvery interesting. Ilooked at the website acouple of eveningsback and shall have to spend more timethere. There are faces which I am sure Irecognise. Particularly the one of the youngfellow at his radio transmitter. I didnʹtknow that you were involved.The latest copy I have seen is Volume 43which is a bit out of date so perhaps Ishould let Colin have a cheque so that I canget up to date. Would you kindly let meknow what is required for membership.You may remember that I started off DerwentRadio in the seventies. Gosh how Ienjoyed running that.I donʹt miss it now though. I am still veryactive on the [amateur short wave radiobands] but mainly cw and contests, tryingto keep up with the Vorsprung durchTecknik.There were so many distinguished peoplefrom our old school it makes me feel humble.I was a great disappointment to poorold “Pop” Francis who remembered myeldest brother, A.J. Wood.I let my pilotʹs licence lapse when I wasseventy five, three years ago because I wasgetting a bit slow and as Anne used to flywith me it wasnʹt just the risk to my neck.However we still enjoy flights fromEddsfield with a friend.Editor: Dez IS now a member.Frederick William Dugglebywrites from Ontario Canada(1951-53)I was delighted to find the website, itbrought back a lot of memories. I still remainin touch with Richard Willcox, who isa retired Anglican Minister, and rememberDick Hartley; we sang in St.Maryʹs Choir.Descants were our forte! Christmas wasespecially memorable with the St. MaryʹsChoir Hotel Tour. Mr Costain gave me alifelong appreciation for music.

Paul Bradshaw writes fromWeybridge, Surrey (1956-63)I see that I am listed on page 10 of the November2004 issue of Summer Times as one ofthose Old Scarborians whose address youlack, but since this issue was successfullydelivered to my home address in Weybridge,Surrey, you must have managed toget it from somewhere – perhaps from PeterBell with whom I keep in touch, or fromAlan Wilkinson.Anyway, my main reason for writing, however,is to offer you a letter you may wish topublish, as follows:You asked how many pupils we recognisedin the photograph of the St Columba’s YouthFellowship on pp. 54‐55 of the November2004 issue of Summer Times. I cannot identifyany of them, but I can identify one of theadult leaders of the group, seated secondfrom the left on the front row, as it is myfather, Reginald Bradshaw, who was formany years the optician at Arthur E. Pearcein Westborough. We had moved to Scarborougha couple of years earlier and begun toattend St Columba’s Church. My father hadled a church youth group in our previousparish and so he soon took over the leadershipof the St Columba’s group. As you cansee from the photograph, it was a thrivingaffair, which from time to time put on musicalentertainments, including such songs,such as ‘There’ll always be an England’. Canyou imagine teenagers singing that nowadays?My own memories of my time at the HighSchool centre chiefly on Jack Ellis, whotaught Latin and Greek. A former professionalrugby player, he had entered theteaching profession through sheer hard slog,and expected his pupils to be similarlyhighly disciplined in their studies. Woe betideanyone who dared to show up for classwithout having completed the translation set13as homework the previous evening! He succeededin instilling in me a discipline instudying, that has stayed with me and hasbeen chiefly responsible for my own successfulprogress to be a university professor. Iwas the only boy in my year who wanted totake Greek, and so Jack arranged for me todrop several subjects when I was in thefourth form and study with him instead.I was then able to leap a year and gostraight into the Lower Sixth the followingyear to join a small group of other boys therewho were taking Greek. Jack was famousfor, among other things, never having takena day off work sick in his life, so when oneday he did stay home because he was unwell,several of us turned up at his houseunannounced to see him, as we thought thathe must be at death’s door. However, thatturned out not to be the case and he wassoon well enough to return to work.When I was in the sixth form, another mastercame to the school to join Jack in teachingLatin and Greek, a Mr Rose, and it was he, Ithink, who organised a school trip to Rome.This was long before the days of cheapflights, and we crossed the Channel by ferryand travelled the whole of the rest of theway by train, sleeping as best we could inour seats. Of course, we went there in August,when all sensible Italians leave the cityto avoid the excessive heat. We stayed in ahostel‐like hotel near the main railway station,sleeping in dormitory‐type rooms, andhad a few days at a proper hotel in Switzerlandon the way back. It was only my secondtrip abroad, and it awoke in me a love offoreign travel that continues to this day.Does anyone else have memories related tothese?Brian Poole writes fromHaslemere (1969-1974)I am listed in Summer Times (Nov 2004) as BD Poole, Haslemere, and it is mentioned thatmail to that address has been returned unde‐

14livered. This is not surprising as one divorcelater I am no longer living and working inSurrey but in Thailand.Please delete me from the conventional mailinglist. I can read everything on the web site.Best wishes to all.Jim Goodman writes fromHunmanby, Scarborough(1964-67)Iʹve welded an article togetherfor you. I hope youcan open it as so manyattachments that I sendcause problems for therecipients. If not I will printit and send a hard copy orwait until I get my newcomputer next week and try again. I may beoffline for a few days whilst this is happening.Iʹm sure you will let me know if there is aproblem. Many thanks for the photos, a greatmemento. Iʹve sent them on to my sister whowas nuts about ʺEggyʺ (Editor: EaglenSheen!) when she was 14!!! I had already decidedto write you a little blurb for a forthcomingʺSummer Timesʺ and I will get on withit as soon as I can but Iʹm afraid my literaryskills are at about the same level as when Ifailed my English ʺOʺ level. The Palm CourtChristmas Dinner last Friday was the bestdinner I have been to and it was great to chatwith the guys from Canada as well as meetingother old mates from other walks of life who Inever even knew had gone to SBHS. MickNellis was one who I only knew through mydays in rallying.(Editor: Jim’s article, together with photographsof the Christmas Dinner appears onpage 22)Eaglen Sheen writes fromSouthampton (1957-64)Many thanks for the photographs you sent ofthe Palm Court Christmas dinner – a veryenjoyable evening. As usual, it was great tocatch up with ‘old’ friends,but the gathering is madejust that bit special by suddenlycoming across someoneyou haven’t seen for along time. That was suchwhen Jim (Goodman) and Icaught up last Friday.Thank you all for organizing the evening.Geoff Buck writes from Fareham(1946-1952)Re: Hovʹs War Memoir:Hov. was my English Teacher and I well rememberhim coming back from service withthe Green Howards. We all thought he was awar hero; can you tell me if his memoirs areavailable? I would love to read them.(Editor: We put Geoff in touch with memberMike Rines who edited Hov’s memoir, andMike sent Geoff a copy).David Bates from Farsley,Leeds, writes (1964-71)After too many years in the South of EnglandI have eventually returned to the white rosecounty , hopefully for many years to come.(Editor: Congratulations David. We hope tosee you at future events)Harry Atherton writesthrough the web siteI have a typed Henry W Marsden wartimediary of 80 pages in a folder covering 1940 to1948. I wonder if this is of any interest?(Editor: I suspect itʹs the Wartime Diary ofHWM which was published by the Old Scarborians’Association in October 1976. If so,we do have a copy in the Archives fromwhich we quote occasionally. There wereextracts in the last edition of Summer Times.Bob Hepworth writes fromHeathfield (1954-62)I thought you might be interested in a fewextra reminiscences about cricket.

My dear old Mum has kepta lot of photographs andwhen I have a minute ortwo on my next visit NorthI’ll try to dig a few out andsend them on to you.The photo of the 1 st XI 1961(Vol. 46 November 2004 issue, page 59) accordingto Peter Lassey and myself shouldread:Back row: Rice (scorer) ‐but first name escapesus; Dave? Loyd; Ian Stoddard; AllanPester; Jeff Dowson; Ian Rothery; Mick Ost;Mr. John Oxley;Front row: Ken Goulding; Ken Snowden; BobHepworth; Geoff Wilson; Pete Lassey.Just as a brief update: I retired from being theVice Principal of a Community and SpecialistSports College in the South of England in2001, after 38 years in the profession. If youare interested Mick Bowman knows a fewmore details from a letter I wrote to him ayear or so ago.I regret that I have only managed to attendone Old Boy’s dinner, which I thoroughlyenjoyed. I am looking forward to making it toanother one in the near future.Keep up the good work on a splendid publication.(Editor: Bob’s article on Cricket appears onpage 34)John Corradine writes fromWroxham (1949-54)I have only just seen that you are recoveringfrom the attentions of the Medical Profession,and would like to send you my very bestwishes. I imagine you are looking out of yourwindow at the Spa. My grandfather was amember of the Spa Orchestra under AlecMacLean. If he was still there you couldprobably hear his trombone!I hope we may see each other one of thesedays.15Stephen Botterill phonesfrom Nottingham (1943-48)Phoned from Nottinghamto say that he was preparingWartime memorieswhich we should have forthe November 2005 edition.Stephen travelled fromSnainton to school each dayby bus. He farmed at Snaintonafter leaving school and still farms withhis son, in Nottingham.He wonders what happened to all his contemporarieswith who he has lost touch andhe urges anyone who remembers him tophone him on 0115 9892140.John Knighton writes fromHarrogate (1935-45)Thank you for printing myoffering in the magazinewhich was once more anexcellent issue andbrought back its usual cropof memories. As you willno doubt have heard fromothers, the Dinner betweenthe Old boys and Old girls was a great success,but was poorly attended, with only 37turning up. It was interesting to hear fromPeter Robson that local members did not giveadequate support to the event but goodnessknows why. Pam was the recipient of loads ofnews about the SGHS, though there wasnobody there from her year.I was sorry to read that contributions forSummer Times are tending to dry up; weneed, I’m sure you will agree, contributionsfrom Westwood people as we are all gettingolder, if not ancient (I’m 78 next). When Iwrote my memories (and you published editedextracts), I was hoping that it might stirothers to do the same, but the response seemsto have consisted only of odd letters ratherthan articles; in fact there seems to be moreabout staff these days (Hovington, Binder,

Clarke, etc). Nevertheless, there are plenty ofsurvivors of Westwood who could offermemories.Bryan Barnes writes fromCheltenham (1944-51)I find Summer Times absolutely fascinating andread it several times over, late at night.16I hope I may be able to make the London lunchin ‘05.John Liley writes from York(1949-54)A name from the past! I thoroughly enjoyedreading my first journal and caught up withseveral people long unseen.Here in the Cheltenham area we have MikeHerman, Roy Burrows, Don Barnes (no relation)and me; nearly enough for a ‘cell’. MikeHerman would know about those –did you seehim on TV about the Butler report?Editor: Roy doesn’t appear to be a memberBryan. Can you sign him up?Tony O’Connor writes fromScarborough (1945-50)Upon reading the first two orthree pages of the recent SummerTimes, I immediatelyformed the impression that,apart from the initial LifeMembership fee of £10 being abargain if there ever was one,a “continuity fund” is now anecessary requirement.If I am a missing link at the Christmas Dinnerit is simply because of my “Opus One” Band. Iam often tied up with Bands of various sizes –5 piece, 8 piece or full 14 piece especially atChristmas time. If you have a requirement fora dance band, concert band or jazz band,please let me know…Peter Bolton writes fromFindon, West Sussex (1941-49)I have received Summer Timeswith the usual pleasure.Whenever I read a new editionI am left regretting that Ilive at such a distance fromthe activity your contributorschronicle.Of all the old boys of my era, I am only infairly frequent touch with one; my “alter ego”of our school days, Tony Calcraft. I am tryingto get him to become a member but he is not a“joiner”. I’ll keep trying.I do look forward to being at a future associationevent.Editor: Hello John! Another name from thepast. Keep trying to enrol Tony; I alwaysremember you as a very persuasive character.Do you remember us both scorching alongSeamer Road on bikes, down to your homeafter school one day to try to get an old valveradio working?Alan Green writes fromLetchworth (1937-44)I have digested the President’sheart rending appealto ensure solvency and enclosemy donation if only todemonstrate that there areno moths in this Old Scarborian’spocket.That aside, I strongly urgethe committee to take a hard‐headed look atthe twice yearly publication of Summer Timesand reduce it to a single issue. If not, we willcontinue to make calls on members to top upailing finances. The present set‐up is laudablebut frankly over ambitious. From past conversationsover the years with former longservingcommittee members, I had the impressionthat far too many members are a bit shywhen it comes to putting hands in pockets –except to keep them warm in winter on theMarine Drive!

Constant reminiscences are all fine and interestingbut, in the end, we will run out of consistentlygood quality contributions. As to theweb‐site those who use it should recognise thecosts and help to defray them.In case you think I am unduly pessimistic, mayI say that I’ve been involved in precisely theproblems the Association faces but on a ratherbigger scale. My involvement as a Fellow ofWadham has included a long stint on the WadhamSociety Committee (and as President) ‐with over 7000 members. We opted for a SummerTimes, too, but the sheer effort of organisingit — not to mention the cost of printing andmailing – led us to drop it reluctantly.Unless you have been overwhelmed withcheques and cash (15% to 20% response wouldbe my most optimistic estimate) do consider mysuggestion. Of course, if any member has justhad a decent win on the National Lottery……!!!Editor: The accounts on page 9 reveal totalincome of £4,210 from the appeal. This camefrom around a third of the membership of668. If Alan’s comments touch a chord withthe other two thirds, Chris Found is still acceptingdonations! His contact details are onpage 2.Gordon Bowland writes fromScarborough (1933-38)In the Missing Members list, page 10, Volume46 November 2004 appears the name of PeterJohn Bower. He was a retired farmer and unfortunatelyhe died some three to four years ago.He suddenly lost his sight and passed on 10days later.He and I were closest of school friends. The 40year gap was eventually closed, but sadly for afew years only.Frank Charlton has also died. He lived on GarfieldRoad and spent many hours with his musicafter work. He played for many dances atthe Royal Hotel alongside Denys Tuckley andKen ? ‐sorry I cannot remember his surname.These days I am not very mobile and never out17at night. I might make an Old Boys AnnualFiesta if it ever changes to lunchtime in considerationof those with ancient bones and replacements.We are not all as spry as Geoff NaltonEditor: Could the other musician have beenKen Golder?Peter Welburn writes fromEdinburgh (1955-62)Having finally acquired a printer/scanner Ihave been prompted to go through my files offamily photos. Amongst these were variousnewspaper cuttings including a couple of photographsof the SBHS.I have scanned the photos asthey appeared in the eveningNews in 1974 and 1975.They are the photos of theentire school in 1924 and thecricket team in 1925. Myfather appears on both ofthem.I realise they aren’t high quality but they mayserve some purpose as original photos areprobably unlikely to surface at this stage. I triedto e‐mail them to Bill Potts for the web site butthe files are too large.I have recently retired and bought a house in inSouthern Spain – in Almeria. Are there anyother Old Scarborians out there with whom Ican make contact?Editor: We reproduce above an image fromthe cricket photo showing Peter’s father. Unfortunatelythe newsprint scans of the fullphotos are not of sufficient quality to reproduce,but they will be sent to Bill Potts in casehe can adapt them for the web site.Don Barnes writes from-Bishop’s Cleeve (1946-53)I hope you can make something of these –[letters from HW Marsden which appeared inthe Evening News giving details of schoolcamps at Engelberg and Interlaken Switzer‐

18land].I’ve also come across the 1953 edition of TheScarborian which contains“Joey’s” (anonymous) account of the HospitalCup win. I remember him pacing up anddown the North Marine Road boundary edge,nervously and excitedly chewing his pipe.”OBITUARIESDerek Eyland (1949-57)By John Mann (1950-1956)It is with great sadness that Ireport the death of Derek whosuffered a major heart attackoutside his home in December2004. Derek had been ill forsome years, but his death wasunexpected and came as atremendous shock to his familyand friends.Derek was born in Manchester on 24 th January1938 and moved to Scarborough with hismother, father and brother, Ron, during Easter1948. He attended Northstead Junior Schooluntil July 1949 and became a pupil at ScarboroughHigh School for Boys at the commencementof the autumn term in that year.He was neither a keen sportsman nor seriousacademic, but excelled at Art, History and theModern subjects. He was a keen swimmerand enjoyed water sports, mainly because itwas an extremely good way to meet and impressthe many young ladies who flocked toScarborough during the summer holidays.Derek was always true to his Anglican rootsand sang in the choir at St Columba’s churchwhere he and I met and became friends in1951. We both attended St Columba’s YouthClub along with a number of High Schoolboys. At that time the Club attracted a largenumber of attractive young ladies, many ofwhom fell under Derek’s spell.In 1957 Derek left the High School in order totrain for the teaching profession at St John’sCollege, York, where he became an enthusiasticmember of the college choir. However, thisdid not curtail either his amorous or imbibingactivities. During this time he met ElizabethWaller at one of the Saturday night dancesorganised by the college. He qualified in 1959and moved to Hull to teach Art and the historyof Art at St. Andrew’s Secondary Modern.In Hull he shared an apartment with MalcolmWharam who was working there at that time.In 1961 he returned to York to take up a teachingpost at the Joseph Rowntree School wherehe spent the remainder of his teaching career.In the early years he attended Leeds Universityto study for the Diploma of Education.Also in 1961 he married Elizabeth, their honeymoonbeing spent in Blackpool. I suggestedonce that they might have found a more quietand romantic venue, but they had had theirmoments on the Big Dipper, I was advised.Together they lived first in the city of York,later moving to Sand Hutton where they spentthe remaining years of their married lives.

Whilst in York Derek and Liz became closelyinvolved with the Minster as well as withtheir own local parish church in Sand Hutton.Derek and Liz had two children, both girls,Phillipa and Vicki, the whole family revellingin the country life and rural pursuits, the twogirls becoming keen and accomplished horsewomenand Derek and Liz expert muckerouts.At the age of twenty‐eight Derek becamediabetic, this causing long‐term breathing andheart problems that were to stay with him forthe rest of his life. Subsequently, his healthdeteriorated to such a degree that he had toretire from teaching in 1988. Tragically, lessthan a year after Derek’s retirement Liz diedof cancer in March 1989, a loss from whichDerek was never to fully recover.In time Derek found new interests and joinedan old St John’s colleague, John James, inmuseum design. Together they worked onYesteryear in Whitby, the London Dungeonand Churchill’s Britain at War. Derek alsoworked in Scarborough on King Richard IIIhouse and in Lincoln, Grimsby and Paris onvarious, similar projects.Derek became a compulsive and obsessivecollector as well as an incurable eccentric,never throwing anything away, with the resultthat his home became a veritable museumof china, books, music of catholic tastes, andpaintings; his sheds stuffed with bits of wood,broken machinery and furniture for repairand renovation which, somehow, never werequite completed. Even though Derek’s healthcontinued to restrict him he insisted on doingall his own work about the house, but becameaccident prone, often with dramatic consequences.He developed an amazing ability tofall off roofs, set himself on fire, fall off ladders,stand in the way of falling tools andcrash his many cars. His guardian angel musthave always been close, though, as he somehowavoided serious damage either to himselfor to others. Of course, all his friends thought19that these mishaps were quite hilarious.No matter how ill he became in later years hestill retained a great sense of humour and loveof life. He was exceptionally proud of his twodaughter’s achievements and of his granddaughter,Kitty, with whom he spent many anhour on the telephone. His daughter, Vicki,spoke to him most evenings from her home inWashington D.C. Derek’s telephone callswere legendary in my household; they wouldlast for hours, in reminiscing, updating thefamily news and with Derek insisting onreaming off innumerable and interminablyterrible jokes.I have many vivid memories of the times thatDerek and I spent together. One of thesecomes from the summer of 1956 or 1957, at theMere, with Derek on water skis showing offhis skills to myself and the two then currentadoring females. As Derek approached, atspeed, he waved, regally, and promptly losthis balance and disappeared all flailing armsand legs into the silty waters; needless to say,the three of us corpsed. I believe that a semisubmergedlog caused the accident, or soDerek claimed. Another memory; from aNew Year’s Eve fancy dress party in 1988,with Derek resplendent as a snowman,gamely refusing to discard his costume whendinner was served, and failing to negotiate theslit that was the snowman’s mouth with hisfork. Needless to say, after dinner, the snowmanappeared to have originated from somehighly contaminated drift of snow. Regrettably,this bittersweet memory is tinged withthe sadness of the knowledge that Liz hadrecently been diagnosed with the cancer thatwas to kill her only three months later.Derek was a good friend for over fifty years,and a kind, generous and honest man; if thosequalities were to form his only epitaph itwould suffice. He was loved by his familyand friends and loved us all in return. He willbe sorely missed by his daughters, Victoriaand Phillipa, Phillipa’s husband, Kevin, hisgranddaughter, Kitty, his brother, Ron, sister‐

in‐law, Madelaine, and all his friends andcolleagues. His funeral at St Mary’s churchin Sand Hutton was attended by almost twohundred mourners, including a number ofOld Scarborians. Tributes and readings weregiven by Malcolm Wharam, John James, myself,and the Rev. Mike Dodd; fitting testamentsto his popularity, character and standing.The vicar commented at the beginning of theservice that Derek had not been renowned forhis punctuality. At least, he said, he had managedto be on time for his own funeral.20transfer fee!War interrupted his career and he enlisted inthe Durham Light Infantry, becoming a Sergeantinstructor. At the end of the war, hewas stationed in Italy and it was not until1948 that he resumed playing for Spurs, havingby now converted to half‐back.In 1950 Tottenham won the Second Divisionchampionship. The following season theyclaimed the First Division title. Nicholson’sconsistency and energy were crucial to theirsuccess, and after several years as reserve toBilly Wright he was rewarded that springwith his only England cap, against Portugal.With his first game in international football,Nicholson scored, but despite frequently beinga squad member, he was never againselected for the senior side.After 345 appearances, he retired in 1954, andwas invited to join Spurs’ staff, becominghead coach in 1955. In October 1958, he tookover as Spurs’ manager. Bill Nicholson wasthe manager of Tottenham Hotspur until~~~~~~Bill Nicholson (1929-35)By David Fowler (1949-55)William Edward (Bill)Nicholson, the eighth ofnine children, has diedaged 85. He was born atScarborough on January26th 1919 and educated atSBHS. He played footballfor Central School,Falsgrave School, then SBHS teams, leavingschool at 16 to work for Alexandra Laundry.He then played for soccer in the MinorLeague for Scarborough Central, and then inthe District League for Club & Institute Juniors.His skills as an inside‐forward led to atrial at Spurs in 1936, and he made his leaguedebut for the London club in 1938. Club &Institute Juniors received the princely sum of£25 from Tottenham –possibly their onlyBill Nicholson after receiving his OBE in 1975

1974, the period in which they became thefirst English club in the 20th Century to accomplishthe League and FA Cup double,and the first British club to win a Europeantrophy.Nicholson was universally regarded as thefinest manager that Spurs have ever had.Although he brought eight cups to the club,he did not create the dominant side of an erathat would fairly place him with Bob Paisley.Jock Stein, Brian Clough and Sir Alex Fergusonin the front rank of the British game. Yet,even at the height of their success, none oftheir sides could match Nicholson’s for theélan with which they performed week in andweek out, a scintillating panache notequalled until perhaps the emergence of thepresent Arsenal side. It was an approachrooted in Nicholson’s insistence on victorywith style.His very first game in charge of Spursshowed great promise. When he took over,his former club side were fourth from bottomof the First Division. That Saturday,they beat Everton 10 ‐ 4, a record score line,and within 18 months had won both theLeague and FA Cup. The former, theyclaimed with 115 goals in 12 matches, whilethe latter was won with a 2 ‐ 0 triumph overLeicester City. It was characteristic ofNicholson that, even as his players werecelebrating the first double since that of AstonVilla in 1897, he should criticise them fortheir cautious altitude in the match — “Wenever played”.That first side of his was built around thegeneralship of Danny Blanchflower, thepower of Dave Mackay, the vision of JohnWhite and, when he was bought from ACMilan in 1962 for £99,999, the goals of JimmyGreaves. In 1962 itself they retained the FACup with a 3‐1 win over Burnley, and lostnarrowly to Benfica, the eventual champions,in the semi‐final of the European Cup.The following season they redeemed themselvesby lifting the European Cup Winners’21Cup, hammering Atletico Madrid 5‐1 in thefinal. Both the victory and the manner of itwere important, demonstrating for the firsttime that British teams could compete withContinental sides on a more than equal footing.Curiously, it had been Nicholson in hisdressing‐room speech who had seemed inawe of the Spaniards, until interrupted byBlanchflower, who had instilled self‐belief inthe team by listing why they would win.That Nicholson had allowed him to continuewas typical of his management style, whichwas largely hands‐off. He encouraged hisplayers to take responsibility for tactics onthe pitch, and they in return respected hisstraight‐talking ways and his romantic feelingfor the game.When the side began to age, he rebuilt itshrewdly around Alan Mullery, PatJennings, Martin Peters and Martin Chivers.Further triumphs followed: the 1967 FACup; League Cups in 1971 and 1973; and theUefa Cup in 1972, won with victory overWolves. But in 1974 Spurs lost to Feyenoordin the final of the Uefa competition, andmore than 200 people were injured whentheir fans rioted. Nicholson’s appeals overthe Tannoy — in which he told the supportersthat they were a “disgrace to Britain” —had no effect and, disillusioned with the wayin which football was developing on and offthe pitch (notably players’ demands for illegalpayments in return for transfers), heresigned unexpectedly in September 1974.As footballer and manager, he had spentnearly 40 years at White Hart Lane, for almostall of which time he had lived in amodest house around the corner from theground.After his resignation, he worked briefly as ascout for West Ham before returning to Tottenhamas a consultant in 1976. In 1991 hebecame club president, and in 1998 an approachroad to the club was named afterhim. Bill Nicholson was appointed OBE in

1975. He is survived by his wife and twodaughters.Editor: This obituary was compiled from anarticle in Summer Times Volume 41; and withthanks to The Telegraph, Scarborough EveningNews; and Phil Soar for extracts fromhis book, ‘And the Spurs go marching on’.LONDON LUNCHESBy Maurice Johnson (1942-47)I have been involvedwith the London lunchprogramme for some 15years and must say that Ihave always experiencedsome form of conflictbetween those who liketo have an economicexperience, against thosewho look for the gastronomic experience ‐better venues and corresponding menus withhigher costs. I have no problem with eitherattitude, but, there is a growing feeling amongthe regular attendees that we are failing in ourduties to provide good food in an exciting orexclusive type of ambience.The most successful lunches have been onHMS Belfast; The Swiss Centre; Mossimanns;and the House of Lords. I am currently inconversation with the Mossimann team whocould give us a Saturday lunch opportunity,and the House of Lords where the eventwould have to be held on a Friday. It is thereforedown to Friday or Saturday with a costaround £55 plus and excluding table wine. Inthe case of ‘The Lords’ it could be interestingas I have Lord Imbert who is currently theLord Lieutenant of London and ex Commissionerof Police with the Metropolitan atʺScotland Yardʺ. There is a slight risk here atthe moment as he is a little unwell and wehave to be sure of his welfare because therules are that if the Host Peer cannot be presentfor any reason, there has to be an alternativeLord of the Realm standingin. Negotiations will take a while but I would22be interested in an input from any Londonregulars about venues and price !Views would also be appreciated on whetherwe should attempt to build up numbers forsuch events, by throwing them open to partnersand possibly members of the SGHS OldGirls and the Convent, and their partners. Ifwe had enough attending from Scarborough, aweekend coach trip with a show thrown incould become an economical possibility.My contact details are on page 2.CHRISTMAS DINNER -PALM COURT HOTEL -SCARBOROUGH 2004By Jim Goodman (1964-67)Well I’ve finally bowedto persuasion and putmy fingers to my keyboard;by the timeyou’ve read this youwill no doubt have realisedthat my literaryskills are about at thesame level as when Ifailed my English ‘O’ level in 1967.Having missed the Christmas Dinner for threeyears (owing to shift working) it was good togo back and meet up with more friends fromyears gone by. It is amazing how just the sightof a semi familiar face across a room can resuscitatememories which have lain dormanton ones human hard disk for around fortyyears.Being one of the first to arrive I sat upstairschatting with Mark Harland over the first ofseveral pints with one eye on the doorway asthe members arrived. Many times I thought “Iknow that face” just as I had done when I metup with Mark for the first time since we leftthe school. Mark had gone to Hong Kong in1964/65 whilst I stayed until 1967 and we werenever really mates at school as he was twoyears behind me. But visions of him playing a

23football version of squash against the wallnear the woodwork block in his short trousersremained vivid. It was through a mutualfriend Kim Clayton that I was re‐introducedto him as we supped a pint in the Red Lion atCloughton in the spring of 1975. Whilst chattingmainly with Kim I was constantly thinking“Who is this guy?” although his face andginger locks did ring a bell. It wasn’t until heasked me which football team I supportedthat we really became mates and have beenever since ‐ and all because of TottenhamHotspur FC.But I digress. At the 2004 Christmas Dinner asimilar situation developed. After the mealthe gent who had been sitting opposite me forthe previous hour or so who I hadn’t evenreally noticed, came round and reminded meof when I stuffed my Hillman Imp into a barncorner whilst on an Autotest at Merrylees,Staxton in April 1973. I didn’t even know thatMick Nellis was an Old Scarborian but it wasgood to meet up with him again and reminisceabout our days in the ‘62 car club. I losttouch with Mick when he moved to Cumbriamany years ago and at the time of writing Iawait his e‐mail contact.But my biggest surprise of the night waswhen I looked around the dining room to seewho else was, or was not, there. Mick Peart,Paul Gridley, Barry Beanland and severalother regulars. Then as I panned round towardsthe kitchen area (or at least it was fromwhere the grub originated), my eyes fixed onmy old School Captain? The fact that he wassitting with Peter Emms, his brother‐in‐law,confirmed my thoughts. As the coffee wasserved I went over to re‐introduce myself toEaglen Sheen who I hadn’t seen for 39 or 40years. It was great to see him again and thathe was in such good form. I even rang myDad to let them speak ‐ my parents wereregular customers at The Providence Inn atYedingham in the ‘60’s which was owned byEaglen’s parents. Saturday nights were great,out there for about 8.00pm, Mum and Dad inthe boozer and my sister and I in the car outsideplaying quiz games and listening toRadio Luxembourg, sister hoping that Eaglenwould come out for a chat. She was crackersabout him. It was also quite common to seeBill Wood and the late Roy Settle roll up for apint along with Dave Wheeldon. Whateverhappened to him? Bill was to become myform master the next year and Roy tried hardto teach me physics. I was very sorry to hearof his sudden passing whilst watching theannual Cricket Festival with Mike Pratt inSeptember.I also enjoyed chatting to the Pepper brothersand John Webster who had come over fromCanada, when I heard the name “John Webster”I started looking round for a currentfriend of mine before realising that he went toWestwood. I met the SBHS JW when I beathim in a chess match whilst in the third year.The 2004 dinner was the best I have attendedand, shifts allowing I am looking forward tonext year’s already. My attempts to lure moreof the Old Boys who I see around town fromtime to time into the OSA constantly fail but Ishall persist. The SCC cricket festival is apopular place to meet Old Boys ‐ Roger Gilbert,John “Razzer” Riley, even Dave Pettitt inyears gone by, along with reading aboutsome of them in the local paper or just bumpinginto them in town. If I could attain a 100%strike rate throughout any one year we wouldneed a bigger venue for the dinner.I think this year proved that the days of for‐

24mal speeches are on the decline, everyonestarts to get restless when one after anotherthey drag on and on. often spouting spiel towhich nobody can relate. When Peter Robsonconcluded his address, the calls from mytable and others around rang out, “Excellentspeech, didn’t drag on like usual, concise andto the point”etc. etc.Grateful thanks to the committee for organisingthe night, I am already looking forwardto this years dinner.Photo on previous page: Jim Goodman andEaglen Sheen at the Scarborough Dinner.SCARBOROUGH DINNER2004 - STATISTICSThe 80 members who attended are listedbelow.The eldest member at the dinner seems tohave been Geoff Nalton, closely followed byGordon Medd. Colin Adamson was probablythe youngest. Averaging Geoff’s and Colin’sschool starting dates gives a rough averagestart date of 1947. 59% of those attending thedinner started at SBHS in or after 1947. It’scertainly not scientific, but it maybe indicatesthat we are quietly getting the support fromyounger members which is so necessary tothe medium term continuation of the association.Attending were members from all over theUK together with Trevor Reeve from W.Australia and Ken Pepper and David Websterfrom Canada. Those attending were:Howard Acklam 1960 ‐ 64Colin Adamson 1965 ‐ 72Colin Allaker 1940 ‐ 47Frank Ankrett 1947 ‐ 54Roy Armitage 1934 ‐ 41Barry Beanland 1950 ‐ 56Peter Bell 1957 ‐ 63Richard Bell 1959 ‐ 66Peter Berry 1945 ‐ 50Jim Bland 1942 ‐ 49Norman Bogie 1934 ‐ 39John Bolton 1933 ‐ 40John Bowes 1949 ‐ 55Mick Bowman 1954 ‐ 61David Burnley 1955 ‐ 62Philip Clarke 1946 ‐ 54Chris Coole 1955 ‐ 62Fred Crosby 1949 ‐ 56Brian Devenport 1956 ‐ 64Freddie Drabble 1951 ‐ 58Peter Emms 1951 ‐ 56Rod Emms 1958 ‐ 62John Flinton 1949 ‐ 55John Found 1949 ‐ 57David Fowler 1949 ‐ 55Ron Gledhill 1936 ‐ 44Ken Gofton 1948 ‐ 53Jim Goodman 1964 ‐ 67Alan Green 1937 ‐ 44Paul Gridley 1954 ‐ 59Charles Hall 1953 ‐ 61Mark Harland 1964 ‐ 66Colin Hurd 1952 ‐ 58Nigel Johnson 1946 ‐ 54Peter Lassey 1954 ‐ 62John E Mann 1950 ‐ 56Duncan McGregor 1947‐51Gordon Medd 1931 ‐ 38David Merriweather1943‐53Keith Milner 1948 ‐ 54Frank Moss 1946 ‐ 48Ray Muir 1936 ‐ 41Geoff Nalton 1930 ‐ 35Denis Naylor 1942 ‐ 46Mick Nellis 1947 ‐ 54Peter Nickson 1941 ‐ 46Norman Overfield 1948‐56Mick Peart 1954 ‐ 61Ken Pepper 1944 ‐ 52Trevor Pepper 1959 ‐ 63David Perfect 1953 ‐ 61Tom Pindar 1936 ‐ 46David Pottage 1955 ‐ 62John Pottage 1950 ‐ 56Brian Reeve 1946 ‐ 51Trevor Reeve 1950 ‐ 56Colin Rennard 1960 ‐ 68

Howard Reynolds 1948‐55Clive Roberts 1954 ‐ 59Peter Robson 1945 ‐ 53Eric Rushforth 1941 ‐ 48Mick Scott 1950 ‐ 55Eaglen Sheen 1957 ‐ 64Bill Simmonds 1934 ‐ 41John Sothcott 1932 ‐ 38Ernest Stear 1932 ‐ 38John Stephenson 1938 ‐ 45John Stevenson 1946 ‐ 52Les Stockell 1948 ‐ 53Albert Storey 1948 ‐ 54Malcolm Storry 1946 ‐ 54Geoff Taylor 1946 ‐ 54Bill Temple 1943 ‐ 49Trevor Thewlis 1954 ‐ 58Frank Vokes 1938 ‐ 45John Webster 1944 ‐ 55Martin Wilson 1956 ‐ 61Geoff Winn 1949 ‐ 56Bill Wood 1958 ‐ 62Roy Wood 1944 ‐ 51JOEY’s SEATBy David Fowler (1949-55)After HW Marsden’sdeath, The Old Scarborians’Association purchaseda memorial seatwhich, for many yearswas placed on Esplanadeoverlooking the Spa, theSouth bay and harbour.A few years ago the seat had fallen into disrepair,but a call to the Council soon had theseat restored to good health.Following surgery last year I had to build upmy walking to 3 miles a day. Initially, thismeant frequent rests and I got to know intimatelythe inscriptions on every seat on Esplanade,together with those in the SouthCliff Gardens, Holbeck Clock putting greenarea and the Shuttleworth Gardens.I could almost recite them now, and if Bonn’s25see Joey’s seat.four question tests in theearly ‘50’s had been on‘Esplanade memorial seatinscriptions’, rather thanGerman grammar, I’dhave been top of the classrather than “a bad boy.”However, during mywalks, I never once did IAt a recent committee meeting one memberthought he had seen the seat in mid‐Esplanade in a dilapidated condition, so I gotin touch with the Highways Department atthe Council, which, rather surprisingly looksafter memorial seats. The seat now on Esplanadeturned out to be in memory of a Marsdenfrom the West Riding “who loved Scarborough”– but not Joey.“Hi there, It’s near the Shuttleworth Gardens,”came back the helpful answerer to mye‐mail to the Council.“No, it isn’t”, I responded. “Do you have amap of where they’re all situated?”“No, we rely on memory.” was the answer.“But I have a colleague with a wonderfulmemory, and when he returns, I’ll ask him.”Sure enough, within a very short space oftime an answer came back that the seat hadbeen situated near the Shuttleworth Gardensfor many years, but was moved to the Foreshore,after renovation and was ‘somewherenear the Information kiosk.’ A walk downthere proved that, yes, Joey’s seat was insound condition, ‐ apart from the need for acoat of varnish ‐, and was overlooking thefishing harbour, near to the old blue ‘Dr.Who’ Police Box and opposite the HarbourBar.When I queried how it had got from Esplanadeto the harbour I was told the committeehad made the request for a move a few yearsago. Maybe our OSA communications are notquite what we thought they were!

26Despite further vandalism since this queststarted, the seat has been renovated and a newdedication plate replaces the previous onewhich was stolen.Just before going to press the Council advised usthat the seat has been relocated in RamsdaleValley on the path between the Duck pond andthe original lower school playground. It seemsappropriate that the school building Joey lovedoverlooks his memorial.MEMORIES -THE SCHOOL AT WARMuch of the magazine is taken up with members’memories, and it was suggested that weinclude a specific section for memories of TheSchool at War.It must be said that items for this section havenot cascaded on to my door mat; however, inthis issue we conclude Hov’s War Memoir.HOV’s WAR MEMOIRThe World War II experienceof an infantry officerBy Major George ReginaldHovingtonEdited byMichael RinesContinued from Volume 46CHAPTER 10: ISRAEL 1945We were stationed in tents in a desert regionnear Gaza, where we got aninflux of new troops, and wewere back to pre‐action basictraining. The new officersmostly came from the ack‐ackregiments, many of which hadbeen disbanded when the Germanbomber attacks on Britaindiminished.The Jews somehow had managedto turn an obvious infertileland into one of lusciouscrops of every description. Inever saw an Arab workingin the fields! I visited a Kibbutz,but here and elsewherefound the Jews very unfriendly.The Jewish girls would have nothingto do with our men, who had to seek solace inprostitutes and booze.The Stern gang was stirring up trouble everywhere,seemingly planting bombs haphazardly,for many of their own citizens were killed. Oneday, the Battalion was detailed for a raid on aquarter in Tel Aviv. We travelled by bus, ranthe last quarter of a mile in gym shoes, and surroundeda block of houses in the brothel area,men five yards apart with rifles cocked. Thenthree armoured Palestine police cars zoomed inand their men began a house‐to‐house search.I was stationed in the command post, an emptyshop. No terrorists were brought in, but severalof the British forces ‐‐ some in pyjamas, somewithout any clothes at all ‐‐ had the indignity ofbeing interrogated by very aggressive policemen.Among their number were two brigadiers,a group captain and an admiral!On leave, the fleshpots of Tel Aviv, Haifa, Jerusalemand ‐‐ after securing a lift in a Hercules ‐‐Alexandria, were all sampled. Altogether, itwas a very pleasant time. The Battalion ‘Soccer’team reached the final of the ‘Middle East Cup’,which was played at Nathanieh before a hugecrowd. I played right half to Mannion’s insideright, and found myself out of my class. Whenyou passed the ball to him you got it back al‐

most immediately, but it was always twoyards ahead of my speed, and I spent most ofthe game trying to reach the ball with suchoutstretched legs that I was always on mybottom. We lost 1‐0, but would have won butfor Sagar, the Everton goalkeeper, who miraculouslysaved all Mannion’s shots.I had a week’s spell in command of a guard of20, at the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem. Just beforedawn every day, Arabs used to urinate onthe wall, as high up as they could, and thenlaugh their heads off when the Jews came tosay their prayers and kissed the wall fervently.Then, at last, it was time to leave. We weregoing home to England, we were told.CHAPTER 11: EUROPE1945-46We sailed from Haifa and, to our surprise,docked at Naples, as we had thought we weregoing straight home.‘No, no, not bloody Italy again!’ we moaned,but the fact that we were not allowed to leavethe ship was a good sign and, after 24 hours,we were on our way again. It was not untilwe had been at sea for a day that we were toldwe were heading for Marseilles.From Marseilles, we travelled in railwaytrucks on which was printed: ‘HUITCHEVAUX QUARANTE HOMMES’. It was socrowded that we had to take turns to lie down.About every twelve hours, the train stopped ata station, where hot food was ready, and toiletsprovided. These were twenty‐yard‐longtrenches, three feet wide and six feet deep, andyou sat precariously on a long wooden pole,so high that your feet could not touch theground. Inevitably, some wag shook the poleat the opportune moment, and two or threeunfortunates were catapulted into the cesspool,to emerge a few seconds later blaspheming,vowing vengeance and smelling to highheaven.27the battle of the Rhine, and just saw the gunflashes and heard the tremendous cacophonyfrom a safe distance. As we proceeded towardsthe Elbe, warfare was very fluid. Youcould advance for twenty miles without beingshot at, and then there would be a strongpocket of resistance, usually in wooded country.I remember that when we were resting in onevillage, a convoy of American transportersbivouacked for the night there. It was mannedcompletely by black men and, within half anhour of their arrival, you could see themopenly taking the German girls into thewoods. So much for the German claim of‘Herrenvolk’!Eventually, we were three miles from the Elbe,where we awaited the signal for the assault.Montgomery had ordered all German civiliansin towns and villages in front of us to beevacuated, and it was a pathetic sight. Thousandsand thousands of them trudged downthe main road, pushing what belongings theycould on wheelbarrows and carts, the oldhardly able to walk and the children crying.When we took up our forward position abouta mile from the river, we found that the domesticpets that the Germans had left behindhad, within a week, gone wild. Big dogs werekilling and eating little ones, and chickenswere pecking others to death. The cows, withtheir udders so full they reached the ground,groaned in agony for want of being milked.We had such air and artillery supremacy thatthe crossing, when it came, was accomplishedwith negligible casualties, and the Germans ‐‐who must have known that their cause wasdoomed ‐‐ retreated in great haste. I had alwaysa great respect for the German soldiers’fighting qualities, but the positions they abandonedwe again found to be filthy – no properlydug toilets, litter galore and the sameobscene drawings on the walls.We eventually arrived at Liege, before movingforward into Germany. We were in reserve forDuring the advance towards Lubeck, I wassent back to Army Headquarters, which were

situated in a beautiful schloss, to write ahistory of the Division. To my surprise, whenI got there I was greeted by Lt General Horrocks‐ an imposing figure of a man, aboutsix feet eight inches tall. To my embarrassment,he put his arm round my shouldersand talked to me as if we were of the samerank, spitting every other word into my lefteye!At dinner in the mess, I noticed that therewas nobody there under the rank of lieutenantcolonel. It was a particularly jolly publicschool gathering with everybody calling eachother by their first names – even me!I asked the General what records had beenkept to help me write the history. He saidthere were none. The job should really havebeen done by Colin Morris, the press officer(one of whose many claims to fame was thathe was married to a singer called Yana).However, he had not been with the Divisionlong. Our Colonel had therefore recommendedme, because I had been with it since1941.The next morning, an officer was detailed toshow me round the command room. A largemap of Germany occupied a whole wall; onit were flags denoting the position of everyunit. Two young officers, with garish scarvesround their necks and ‘brothel creepers’ ontheir feet, were gazing at the map. Onepointed out that there was a loop in the linethe British troops occupied. They bothagreed it must be straightened at once. Inoted that it was the Green Howards, whowere apparently about four miles behind theother regiments.I completed my mission in half a day, calledthe article ’25,000 miles’, the approximatedistance the Division had travelled afterleaving England in 1942, and it was laterpublished in the Army magazine: ‘The Soldier’*.When I returned to my Regiment, Ilearnt that, in my absence, we had alreadybeen instructed to make an attack to‘straighten the line’. I kept my thoughts to28myself, but I could not see the point of ourlosing more than 50 men unnecessarily,which we did, when the war was nearlyover. I wondered how many lives were lostin the war unnecessarily because backroomofficers wanted symmetry on the map!A week before the war was officially declaredover, our Brigade was nonchalantlywalking along the road heading for Lubeck,troops five yards apart in echelon on bothsides of the road, followed by carriers, artilleryand tanks. The King’s Own YorkshireLight Infantry were leading the column,followed by the York and Lancaster Regimentand then us. When we were about fivemiles from Bochen, a railway junction, wewere ordered to halt. We heard the sound ofgunfire ahead, but did not take much notice,thinking it was probably the Germans blowingup arms dumps.After a couple of hours, streaming down theroad towards us were the KOYLI, carryingthe wounded and telling us hysterically thatthey had been shot up by Panzer troops dugin on the railway embankments. We movedforward about two miles and were haltedagain. Two hours later, the York and LancasterRegiment streamed back in a worse waythan the KOYLI. It was obvious it was ourturn to attack, and every gun was sited offthe road and put maximum fire on the embankments.I did not see our Regiment’sattack, for I was sent back to requisition accommodationfor our troops where I could,but it was successful.* Footnote: The article was printed in theApril 13, 1946 issue of The Soldier. It wasmore than 3,000 words long. It would havebeen remarkable if Hov had written thewhole of it in half a day, and it seems likelythat some parts, of which he did not havepersonal experience, were written by someoneelse. Hov was not, for instance, involvedin the Division’s actions in Franceand Norway in 1940.

However, having done this job, I returned toBattalion Headquarters where German prisonerswere being interrogated. There was notone over the age of 14! They had been officeredby the SS, who disappeared when firepower and numbers made their defence impossible.In a friendly way, I asked one littlebrat waiting his turn to be interrogated hisname. He spat in my face, and I knocked himabout ten yards! In that engagement we hadlost more than 80 men, many of whom, includingCaptain Charles Blakey, had set off with usfrom England.A whole German division had taken up a positionjust outside Lubeck, a beautiful historiccity. Montgomery sent their general a messagethat if they did not surrender, he wouldhave the RAF reduce the city to rubble. Thenext morning the whole Division marchedsmartly down the road to us and surrendered.But what to do with them? Nobody seemed toknow. We guided them by unit into fields,and told them to stack their arms and ammunitionin the middle of them. There was notime to guard them and within the hour manyof them had disappeared. We had to push onto make contact with the advancing Russians.When we met them they were, to my surprise,shabby Mongolian troops, some pulling handcarts,others perched on horse‐drawn vehicles.They were so suspicious of us that they neverlooked us in the eyes, but the officers weredifferent – friendly and courteous. In fact, wespent a whole night with them in a schoolroom,and drank so much of their vodka thatbefore dawn, irrespective of nationality, everyonewas sprawled lifeless on top of each otheron the floor. Next day, not a German civilianwas to be seen. In fear of the Russians, theyhad barricaded themselves in their houses.The Allied Powers had decided that our forceswould withdraw to west of the Elbe. Whenthe trucks came to transport us, Germanwomen rushed from their houses and pleadedwith us to take them with us. One woman29told me that she and her two daughters hadbeen raped during the night by at least adozen Russians.We travelled to and made our base just outsideHelmsted, on the Autobahn. A roadblockwas set up and, in no time, the Russians hadset one up too, about 50 yards away. The Russiantroops manning this were much morefriendly and openly admired our wristletwatches. One or two enterprising men of oursbought up from the town and the villagesaround it all the wrist watches they could, andsold them to the Russians at an exorbitantprofit – they had just been paid now the warwas over!When the supply of watches dried up, theybought the biggest alarm clocks they couldfind. The Russians liked them even better, andit was a common sight to see their chestsadorned with half a dozen watches and threeor four alarm clocks.The war was over, apart from having to roundup a few pockets of Germans who refused tobelieve that they had lost, so there was nopoint in doing any training. It was necessary,therefore, to provide as much recreation forthe troops as possible. I was promoted fromcaptain, second in command of ‘C’ company,to major, in command of Headquarter Company,with the added task of organising therecreation. I had noticed in the village wherewe were stationed that there was a footballfield. On Wednesday, I went to see the Burgomasterand explained to him that we wanted aconcrete cricket wicket laid in the middle ofthe field.He had never heard of the game, but I gavehim the exact measurements and told him wewanted it ready for Saturday afternoon for amatch we had arranged against another battalion.I was too busy on the Thursday and Fridayto check whether the work had been done,but on Saturday morning I went to the field,and there was a perfect concrete wicket withouta ripple on it. I do not know what sort of a

game the Burgomaster thought cricket was –probably marbles – but surrounding thewicket, starting a yard from the perimeter,were 1000 closely packed chairs!I also arranged cricket matches for the Divisionat Goslar in the Harz Mountains (nowRussian), and put up the players in a beautifulhotel. The large grass area behind the hotelwas like a bowling green, and it was nevernecessary to cut or roll a wicket. I had programmesprinted, and each player wore anumber on his back, so everybody could getto know each other. It is a pity this idea hasnot been copied in county cricket, because it isdifficult to differentiate between players whenall wear the same white clothing.The Colonel did his bit for our recreation. Hecommandeered and/or hired horses, andtaught many to ride. One day he spotted alikely looking horse pulling a milk float. Theowner at first refused to sell it, as he said ithad once won the German Derby. Of course,the Colonel did not believe him and managedto buy it at face value – it was a shaggy, sorrylookinganimal. However, after trying it outfor a few days, he discovered it had been definitelya fine racer. After exercising it for a fewweeks, he decided to enter it in an ArmyPoint‐to‐Point at Essen. I was sent in a jeep, incharge of the horse box, driver and a youngex‐professional jockey we had in the Battalion.On our way to Essen, we called into a bar atCelle for a beer. There were only two othersoldiers there. Having ordered the beers, Iasked the landlord what was the horriblesmell in the town. He pretended not to understand,but one of the soldiers said: ‘It’s Belsendown the road. Haven’t you heard of it?’Everybody had heard vague rumours, butwhen I investigated I could not believe myeyes. There were enormous ditches in whichdead naked bodies lay 20 feet deep, sprawledhaphazardly over each other, and covered inquick lime. The stench was so nauseating Iwas promptly sick and beat a hasty retreat.Despite the horror, the place had an eerie30calm, almost an aura of eternity, probablybecause no birds sang.When I got to the racecourse, the bookies hadour horse, which was in the first race, at 10 to1. Everybody in the Battalion had entrustedme with money to put on, and I handed overfrom a sack the equivalent of £2000 in Germanmarks. Our horse led by at least 20 lengths forseven furlongs, but was then easily passed. Inmy disappointment, I consoled myself thatprobably never again would I have the thrillof putting £2000 on one horse.Army orders precluded any fraternisationbetween a British serviceman and a Germanwoman, but as each was starved of the oppositesex, it was an order absolutely impossibleto see carried out. The Division published aVD league in which our Battalion was invariablytop, so the Colonel was given a sharpreprimand by the General. In anger, he summonedall his company commanders andaccused them of lacking man management.In defence, one said that we could not domore – no men were allowed out unless theyhad first passed through the PAD Centre fromwhich they had each to take a contraceptive.The trouble was, he maintained, that theyprobably infected themselves with VD whenthey took off the contraceptive. The Colonel,presumably not au fait in the use of contraceptives,considered a moment, and then said thatwe must all issue orders that they must keepon their contraceptives till they returned to thePAD Centre and remove them only after disinfectingtheir hands! He could not understandour titters, and stamped out.The Autumn months of 1945 passed quicklyand pleasantly, with lots of football, and goodfood. The pheasants and deer on the largeestate had not been shot during the war, andthe rivers were full of fish – try mouthwateringpike done in buttermilk! There werealso visits to historic cities and some homeleave.Each Brigade did what it could to prepare

men for civilian life. I was deputed to set up aschool, staffed mostly by German civilians, toteach trades such as joinery, plumbing, bricklaying.I was released from the Army on 8 February1946 – ‘B’ release for those who had categorisedjobs to go to – after many parties and nota little sadness.Of the 24 officers who went abroad with theBattalion early in 1942, I was only one of fourwho was with it when the war ended. Youmake close friends when you are young, naturally,but when you are older you make themthrough having good times and bad timestogether. Many of my friends were killed, andthe only tribute I can pay to them is to rememberthem every day, which I do.Editor: That concludes our serialisation ofHov’s War Memoir. If any member requires afull electronic copy, via e‐mail please askeither Mike Rines or myself.31739 SQUADRON(SCARBOROUGH) AIRTRAINING CORPSOn page 53 of our last issue (Vol 46) appearedan article on 739 Squadron ATC. A membersubsequently telephoned and left a messagewith my wife to the effect that he had memoriesof the ATC. Unfortunately his contactdetails became mislaid so I was never able toreturn his call. If he cares to write an article forthe magazine, or get in touch again, we shallbe pleased to include his memories.Ray Kidd writes from York(1944-49)You may recall that some time ago, you kindlyput a piece in the Association journal seekinginformation for a book that I was writing onthe history of air cadets in North and EastYorkshire. Although the article failed to drawa response, I did later contact John Knighton

who sent me some useful information regarding739 Squadron’s success on theaircraft recognition front. Other informationI have gleaned from a number ofsources, and I am pleased to say that thebook, which I have called ‘Wings of Youth’,has now been completed.In case you wish to use any information orreproduce any photographs relating to 739for the magazine, I have enclosed a fewpages of a proof copy, which should besufficient for the moment. Out of interest, Iam in touch with Eric Barker who was ateam member though not I believe, a memberof the Association. I also see LesHartzig on a fairly regular basis and drewsome interesting details from him about asquadron inspection that went badlywrong.Elsewhere in the book there is a photographof a squadron guard of honour, HSPTaylor, Air Marshal Sir Richard Peck, andHonor Blackman arriving at Scarboroughrailway station for the national conferenceof the RAFA in 1950…. (Editor: this photographis reproduced on the previous page.After Ray wrote, we subsequently met, alltoo briefly, when he presented the OSAwith an autographed copy for our archives.)‘Wings of Youth’ which runs to 192 pages,is a fascinating record from the formationof air cadet activities in North and EastYorkshire, and a part of Tees‐side, up to thepresent day.Ray also briefly includes details of theevolvement of the Air Cadet Organisationnationally.In the sections about 739 Squadron a numberof names spring to life and there are notmany pages of this fascinating story whichdo not include photographs, both colourand black and white.Any proceeds from the sale of the book areto go to ATC charities for the benefit of32cadets in the Central and East YorkshireWing.‘WINGS OF YOUTH’ is on sale at theBarbican Bookshop in York, the YorkshireAir Museum Shop at Elvington, York, ordirect from Ray Kidd. The price of thebook is £13.99 plus £2.60 p+p if applicable.As the proceeds all go to ATC charitiesafter printing costs have been met,cheques should be made payable to theCentral & East Yorks Wing Welfare Fund.Ray Kidd can be contacted at:14 Danesmead CloseFulfordYorkYO10 4QUTel 01904 656525Email raykidd@acorps.fsnet.co.ukIn our next edition we plan to reproduceextracts from the book, particularly inconnection with 739 Squadron.THE GRAHAM SCHOOLAPPEAL AND THENORTHERN CHEMIST—Part 1By Peter Robson (1945-53)There was once a stereotypicalfigure at our universitiescalled the Northernchemist. He wore acollege scarf, spent hoursin the bar, had NHS spectaclesand Biros lodged inhis breast pocket. He veryprobably came from a grammar school andif he lacked the grating charm of his publicschoolcontemporaries, he made up for itwith hard work , often followed by worldlysuccess.The Northern chemist is, alas, now all butextinct on the campus. It is one of the disastersof the modern education system thatscience ‐ like classics ‐ is now the preserve

of public school kids.”Terence Keeley, Vice Chancellor of the Universityof Buckingham; The Spectator 5/12/05,page 16. “Science is for posh kids.”This article caught my attention for obviousreasons. I was a Northern chemist at BirminghamUniversity from 1953 ‘til 1959 and sowere many of my contemporaries andyounger members of the OSA. I reproduce itbecause of this but also because the GrahamScience Appeal, which some members of theOSA supported, was launched to addressprecisely this problem in Scarborough’s secondaryschools. The individual sciences areno longer taught in the Scarborough schoolsystem making it unlikely that pupils will goto study these subjects at university. The objectiveof the appeal was to restore the situationto the one which we enjoyed at the HighSchool for Boys where Maths, Physics, Chemistryand Biology were taught as individualsubjects. The Graham School was successfulwith its bid to become a Specialist ScienceSchool and we look forward to hearing aboutthe fruits of that change which is now underway.The quotation above was the first paragraphof the article. The last paragraph was alsovery interesting and topical though not on thesubject of science.“And here is a story to lift the hearts of the 7%of parents (whose children attend privateschool). Do you remember the ten‐year‐oldgirl who saved the lives of 100 sunbathers ona Thai beach when she recognised – thanks toa Geography lesson at school – that the suddenreceding of the sea adumbrated a tsunami?That little girl attended a private schoolprep school , Danes Hill in Oakshott. But whyrestrict the learning to a few?”YET ANOTHER CONTRIBUTIONBy Peter Newham (1954-61)33In offering yet another contribution to SummerTimes, my repeated justification (or perhapsdefence) is its Editor’svociferous request to membersfor further material,although the dangers ofdredging the distant memorywhen age sets in is that it isvery easy, subconsciously atleast, to start recycling previousmaterial. Having always reproved theelderly for their unknowing repetition to thepoint of ennui of tales previously recounted, Inow feel a belated sympathy for them, and acertain sensitivity to being similarly categorised,and have re‐examined carefully myprevious scribblings in an attempt to avoidthis.Inevitably the contents of the magazine tendto be focused on the activities of your ownyear at school – if not your own form, and,apart from the spin‐off in relation to masterswe all remember, abhor or retrospectivelytreasure, may be of limited interest to otherreaders.The exceptions are perhaps school plays,school camps and sporting activities, all ofwhich transcend a wider time and pupil spectrum,though I must confess that matterssporting had little personal interest for me,having largely spent my school life being aduffer at cricket, avoiding the nasty big brutishboys playing those masochistic games ofrugby after the struggle up to Oliver’s Mount(which in itself represented enough exercisefor my week without the benefit of pouringrain and cold showers). Character buildingwas one way of describing it, although I remainto be convinced of any subsequent defectsin this respect which were consequentialon my default at school!Our respective contributions to the magazineare perhaps also influenced by the extent ofone’s recollections of the senior and juniorboys at school. One tends perhaps to rememberSenior boys but not those Junior, whetherthrough a sense of superiority in relation tothe latter or as role models in relation to the

former. I confess to vaguely rememberingDavid Fowler (perhaps not, before he beginsto flatter himself, as a role model, but morethat he also lived in Throxenby Lane, or atleast Throxenby Grove, to whom my motherdrew attention as a “smart looking seniorboy” (O tempora‐O mores!).It is interesting to see how many of your correspondentsregarded the school camps withaffection bathed in nostalgia. In this contextArosa and Innsbruck have been previouslymentioned, and I remember wantonly drinkingapfelsaft under the delusion that thisrepresented forbidden alcoholic drink andrepresented a particularly daring exercise. Ionly subsequently and very disappointedlydiscovered that, translated, it was only applejuice (but then I never did German at school,merely Latin with Jack Ellis which hardlyprepared one for the rigours of Europeantravel, although it did have significant uses inmy subsequent career within the legal profession).Even Latin is now however beingphased out from the Law on the basis that theLaw is supposed to be comprehensible tolaymen – heaven forbid (or perhaps dimeliora) – and I believe Latin as an “O” Level(sorry “GCSE”) is or has almost disappeared.On the subject of language, rooting throughthe bookcases at home recently I came across“A New Russian Grammar” by Anna Semeoneoff,the only surviving relic of my oneterm doing optional Russian in the SixthForm with – I think – Mr Hancock, an indulgencewhich I swiftly dumped because of itsdemands on time and concentration, althoughI could never bring myself to throwthe text book away, and perhaps it impressesvisitors.I had intended to finish with a quotation fromEast Coker – “in my beginning is my end”, advertingto the recycling of our recollections ofSchool – but find that T S Eliot himself apparentlyrecycled this quotation from Mary,Queen of Scots, inverting it from, “in my end ismy beginning”, so, either way, I am back34where I started and the only thing this provesis that I have retained a reasonably goodDictionary of Quotations!MORE LOVELY CRICKETBy Bob Hepworth (1954-62)I am prompted by thearticles by John D Foundand Mike Rines (July2004) and also by thephotograph on page 59of the November edition,to add a few of my ownrecollections to theSBHS cricketing memories.Cricket was an all consuming pasttime for meat school and beyond. My tiny village primaryschool in Hunmanby put sport secondonly to Godliness. Cricket stumps werechalked on the walls of the playgroundthroughout the summer and play onlystopped when the winter rains came andwashed them away. It was the place where Ilearned to quicken the pace of a tennis ball ontarmac by dipping it in a puddle and an lbwwas only genuine when the next man was onhis way to take the bat and you didn’t argue.Going on to the ‘big school’ at Scarboroughwas, for me, foreboding and rumours aboutgorse bushes didn’t help! So, imagine mydelight on the first day in finding familiarcricket ‘graffiti’ along the play ground wall atWestwood. I assumed, as little boys might,that the penny made pock marks were madeby those who were waiting to bat.(many playgroundcenturies must have been made!) Itwas not long before I had been picked to playand having proved that I was no ninny at thegame I gained my passport to new and lastingfriendships.Formal matches, including House matches, inthe early years remain rather hazy, althoughthe name Eddie Wilmore springs out at me.He was a great sportsman, character andcompetitor who graced the local cricketing

scene with Seamer for many years after we leftschool. I was one of Brads ‘little rabbits’. Hewas the form master of 1a and if he wasn’tumpiring our matches he was always keen toknow the result and individual performancesthe next day.Every summer Saturday had two matches atOlivers Mount. Two other games were playedaway from home. Junior matches invariablyfinished early and I always looked forward tostaying on to watch and learn from my oldercontemporaries.John D Found certainly stirs a few memories. Ialso recall Norm Overfield who to me, when Iwas eleven, looked like a giant. He travelledthe same route home with me to Gristhorpeand he could never stand up straight on anEast Yorkshire bus! Norman had a bowlingstyle like a well oiled machine which, in contrastto his gentle nature, intimidated the oppositionby bowling effortlessly at speed andjust that little bit short of a length to make thewearing of a conventional ‘can’ essential andfor one opposition batsman, more appropriately,as a forerunner of the modern helmet.Then there was ‘Dobbin’ Shaw. Not only washe an accomplished left hander but he wasalso a secret weapon. On one occasion he tookall 11 wickets against West Leeds High School,largely because nobody could cope with hisleg spin dropping out of the low cloud on theMount.Dick Hartley, Colin Hurd and Ray Bloomwere my batting icons. They all possessed arange of shots that could put the ball to allparts of a cricket ground with consummatedeftness. I often found myself looking overthe shoulder of John Forster, the scorer, onthat splinter ridden pavilion balcony watchingshot diagrams on postcards emerge as theirinnings progressed.Ray of course went on to play for the YorkshireFederation and England Schools beforesettling into a distinguished career with ScarboroughC.C. in the Yorkshire League.35My first 1 st XI captain was ‘Stella’ Steele adeceptively quick opening bowler who hadthe ability to deliver highly accurate and almostunplayable off cutters. He was also anuncompromising captain in the field fromwhom I learned a lot. He often unnerved batsmenby placing himself in a close fieldingposition and vocally encouraging his bowlersthat they weren’t going to let the batsman staythere too long!Being pulled out of one of Billy Binder’s chesslessons to be told that I had been chosen toplay in the firsts is an abiding memory but thematch itself was less memorable. I recall amediocre performance with both bat and ballon a pitch at Middlesbrough High School thathad been created with a heavy roller on part ofthe previous seasons rugby pitch.Travelling forty plus miles to Saturdaymatches was not unusual; Hymer’s Collegeand Hull Grammar School to the south; AcklamHall, Coatham, Middlesbrough H.S. andWestcliffe to the North and inland toArchbishop Holgate’s and West Leeds High.Whereas Pickering and Bridlington wereprobably the shortest destinations apart fromScarborough College. Matches usually startedat 11.00 am and stumps were drawn at6.00pm. Lunch and tea was always providedby the host. All a far cry from what stateschools are prepared to do today.On top of all the regular school fixtures cameevening matches in both the Hospital andBright Bowl competitions. I don’t rememberthe famous Hospital Cup victory of 1953 but Ido recall at least three Bright Bowl Finalswhere we were victorious. The most spectacularwas I think in 1960 when we defeated theold enemy at North Marine Road; whereyours truly is credited with taking a splendidcatch off a full blown cover drive to turn thecourse of a close conflict. The only disappointmentwas that my Mum missed my momentof glory because she was nattering to a friend– but she never admitted it!

36In my senior years I had the pleasure of playingin the same side as Ray Bloom, Ken Shortand ‘Cam’ Cammish (who always seemed tobat much better after a quick fag behind thepavilion). As captain in 1960 I was fortunateto retain some of the experienced players fromKen Short’s reign as captain before me. ‘Killer’Cox came into his own as a fast bowler and tomy delight he single handedly devastatedFiley (my home club) in the Hospital Cup.Dick Stockdale kept wicket and more thanonce dug us out of a hole with the bat. Miraculouslyhe managed all this without disturbinghis hair style. When Dick left he was morethan adequately replaced by Jeff Dowson whodemonstrated that he could hit a ball harderand further than anyone else of his age. In factprobably an early version of Andrew Flintoff.Ken Snowden played every game like a testmatch and on more than one occasion carriedhis bat through an innings. Whilst ‘Toady’Goulding, John Wilson and Pete Lassey providedthe formidable spin department thatmost captains could only dream about.The first few years after moving from Westwoodto Woodlands Drive were not easy forcricket. The pitch was unestablished andproved unpredictable. Also it did not helpwhen it was uprooted and moved to makeway for more athletics facilities. Roy Jameswas Head of P.E. at the time and as a Welshmancricket wasn’t high on his developmentplan. John Oxley had other ideas and if ithadn’t been for his encouragement and passionfor cricket the game might never havesurvived to continue its heritage after themove.And what of cricket after the SBHS? Well,after touring with the Yorkshire Federation,followed by three years at Loughborough,playing on many lovely county and universitygrounds, I settled comfortably into coachingschool cricket and playing in a SouthernCounties League. Eventually I finished myplaying days back at the roots in the villagegame surrounded by history, myth, manyfriends and all mixed up with a fair proportionof good jars of ale.Long live the memories and the traditions.OLD SCARBORIANS INAUSTRALASIA - 2004By Peter Robson (1945-53)My wife and I left for NewZealand on 15 th December2004 and stopped over inSingapore (briefly) andBrisbane (for 4 days). Whilein Brisbane I took the opportunityto spend timewith an old universitycolleague but also to talk on the telephone toRonald Alfred Leng (1947 ‐ 55) and GeorgeWilliam Kendall (1947 ‐ 55). I give the fullnames of these two gentlemen because theyare alike in the sense that they are known tohalf their friends by one christian name and tothe other half by the other.Alfie Leng was a great boxer and Henry Marsdenused to have a trick question,” What doAlfie Leng and Mr Clarke have in common?”Answer: they were both English Schools BoxingChampions. Professor Ron Leng is now aworld expert on the husbandry of sheep.George Kendall was a distinguished rugbyplayer at school and has enlightened us via hiscontributions to Summer Times on the careerand adventures of Bill Kendall, geologist andprospector.Needless to say they were both surprised toget a call from the President of the Old Scarborians,but both obviously enjoyed the exchangeof news about old colleagues.Gary Watson (1948 ‐ 53) visited us from NewZealand for the Centenary Weekend in 2002and I visited him in Dunedin on New YearsEve 2004. He had prepared a tour of Dunedinfor us but that morning the city was shroudedin what is best described as a sea fret(Scarborough style). Gary’s Dad took over asthe groundsman at Oliver’s Mount after a man

37Gary Watson and Peter Robson –New Year’s Eve 2004called Ron Drury. When Gary expressed anintention to emigrate to New Zealand, hisDad anticipated him and was already installedin Dunedin by the time Gary arrived.Gary spent his career with New ZealandRailways and is now a golf playing retiree.We had great morning together and lots ofOld Scarborian ears should have been burningas we delved deeply into our memoriesof the School in the forties and the fifties.A final word. New Zealand is an interestingand beautiful country, which is paying itsway in the world via tourism, forestryproducts, wine and wool. On the touristfront, the Chinese are now appearing insignificant numbers as the newly formingmiddle class enjoys the fruits of its laboursor more accurately the labours of the peasantclass. Watch out for them in the UK inthe near future; the tourists I mean. Thepeasant class are already here picking cocklesand garden produce!

ALFRED SAMUEL TETLEY1868 –1916Headmaster of ScarboroughMunicipal School (1902-16)A S Tetley’sgrandson, ChrisTetley, wrote tothe ScarboroughEvening Newsseeking informationabout hisgrandfather. Ireplied givingwhat little informationI had andMr Tetley respondedas follows:‘Thank you for kindly writing following thepiece in the local paper.The local library in Scarborough (Jon Webster)has kindly sent me the obituary published inthe School Magazine in 1916, which includes anice photograph of my grandfather. They alsofound the newspaper obituary, of which I nowhave a copy.I’m afraid that I do not have any computer ore‐mail facilities but if you are able to find anyother photographs containing AST with orwithout pupils, I should be most grateful. Mydifficulty in researching my side of the familyhas been that both my father and grandfatherdied at an early age, 37 & 48, and the circumstancesmeant that little historical documentationwas left to work on, in particular mygrandfather who died 14 years before my fatherand mother married. My grandmother, whowas a member of the Lewis Stores family andcame from Taunton, died in Scarborough in1932. We do not have any photos etc prior toabout 1920 except one of my father and his twosisters dated about 1912. There are none at all ofeither grandparent, so you can imagine howpleased I was to receive the obituary from JonWebster.38I have attached a brief history which you havefull permission to alter/edit as you see fit foryour magazine. Would it be possible to sendme a copy of your magazine in due course ?Regards,Chris TetleyALFRED SAMUEL TETLEY1868 –1916By Chris F TetleyMy search for information on my forbears beganfollowing my retirement some twelve yearsago. In 1995 I was speaking to a friend who hadbeen researching his own family and he advisedme to get in touch with the Society ofFriends, as about the only fact I had about mygrandfather was that he was a Quaker and hadbeen a teacher in Scarborough. The Society ofFriends library in London was able to trace thatmy grandparents and family were regular attendersat the Scarborough Meeting House in1912 and later in 1916 shown as being in membership.They also advised me that he was agraduate of St John’s College Cambridge,where my father also graduated.From this information I was able to obtain fromthe College an extract from the Alumni Cant.showing date of birth as 15th August 1868,entry into St John’s 11th August 1887 and thathe was the son of Baptist Minister, John PicklesTetley of Taunton and had matriculated fromthe local Taunton Grammar School. He obtainedhis B.A. in 1890 and M.A in 1894. Hisfirst post was as Assistant Master at CraigmoreCollege, Clifton, then Headmaster of CountyIntermediate School, Newtown, Montgom1894—1902, following which first Headmasterof Scarborough Municipal School 1902—16. Hedied while on a visit to Taunton On September4th 1916, having been ill for some time.His birth certificate and the Baptist Churchrecords library in Oxford enabled me to findout that his father was the longest serving ministerin Taunton and the family had originatedfrom Heaton (Bradford) in Yorkshire. Alfred

was the second child of eight born to the ReverendJohn Pickles Tetley and Jane ThompsonStanwell. His youngest brother, born in 1882,emigrated to Canada and had a daughterHelen (1925) and a son (1927) both still alive— I am now in touch and have been to seeHelen in Toronto but that’s another story.Two of Alfred’s sisters married the ReverendErnest Burt ( the first died in 1904 leavingthree small children) who was a famous BaptistMissionary in China, starting several Missions.Alfred, himself, had three children one ofthese being my father. Neither of his daughtershad children but my father also had three— my sister, brother and myself. After Cambridgehe worked for a time at Rowntrees inYork, as a chemist in the laboratories, atwhich time (1930) he married my mother,who also lived in York. He then obtainedemployment in the Colonial Service andworked in Hong Kong (sister born) and thenbecame the Public Analyst in Kuala Lumpur(where I was born).After the start of the War, he enlisted as avolunteer in the 2nd Selangor Rifles and whenthe Japanese invaded he was a Lieutenant andwas killed in January 1942 during the invasion.Prior to that he had the foresight to goon ‘furlough” to Australia, so we were left inSydney (brother born Dec 1941) with theclothes we stood up in. A friend was able toget us to Tasmania where we spent the rest ofthe War. Father (John Lewis Tetley) was declared‘missing’. We returned to the UK in1945 and lived briefly with mother’s parents,who had retired to Bournemouth. To return toJohn Pickles Tetley, he had twelve Aunts andUncles and many of these are described as‘weavers’ in the 1841 census. There are familygraves at Denholme near Thornton still, althoughthe Baptist Chapel was demolished 20years ago. So, we are real Yorkshire folk.Editor: We were able to send some informationincluding copy minutes, signed by MrAS Tetley from his days at the school. If any39reader has anything relevant about ASTetley, you can contact his grandson, ChrisTetley at 21 Chatsworth Avenue, Shanklin,Isle of Wight, PO37 7NZ Telephone 01983862901SCHOOL CAMPSItems about School camps in recent issueshave stirred a few memories. Don Barnesfrom Bishop’s Cleeve (1946‐53) sent in presscuttings of letters from HW Marsden to theEvening news from a camp held in Switzerland,in 1949. Don says that it must have beenthe first trip abroad for many. The camps atEngelberg, Interlaken and Adelboden weremasterminded by Brad. The following year,the camp was held in the French Alps, Annecyand Chamonix, with a few days in Paristo round off the trip.HW Marsden’s letters to the Evening Newsfollow, and a photograph of the party leavingScarborough Station appears on the nextpage.HIGH SCHOOL BOYS BEATSWISS SCOUTSBoys from the ScarboroughHigh School are enjoyingweather at Engelberg, inSwitzerland, which is indirect contrast with thebank holiday weather here.They are in camp there forsix days.Writing from the camp Mr. HW Marsdensays:There has not been a cloud in the sky and thesun, altering light and shade, presents anever‐changing picture of the scene around usfrom the moment it peeps over the mountaintopto flood our valley in an instant with light,to the time it departs, leaving the higher cragswhite and all below dark.In spite of the great heat the footballs weresoon about, for youth has endless energy. Theafternoon was spent by most in wandering

about Engelberg. It is a fashionable resort,small, very clean, with fine hotels for wintersports visitors as well as for summer guests.Others walked up to the head of the valley toenjoy the widening views and to find form formountain climbing. It was good to breathe themountain air, but not so good to breathe in theclouds of dust from the untarmacked roads,for the cars can travel far up the valley.The evening meal, as earlier ones, was again atthe inn, for we could not buy our own stores,our second day in camp being Sunday. It wasserved in the little grove in the open ‐ soup,wiener schnitzel with potatoes and green peas,and meringues with large helpings ofwhipped cream.From now on our gastronomic extravaganzaswill cease, to the great benefit of our treasury.Perhaps our energies might cause Sir Stafford,eating his shredded carrot not very far fromus, to frown.40L to R: Jarvis, ? , Jordan, HWM, Hartley, Edwards, Wood, Barnes.The day ended with an international soccermatch, eight a side, played in a tiny forestglade with a few tree stumps and a good‐sizedditch in the middle to complicate matters. Weare glad to report a victory for England byfour goals to nil. The Swiss scouts, our opponentsand ourneighbours in camp,took the defeat ingood part.FAT BOYSWEREBANNEDFROM THISCLIMBThe scholars fromthe ScarboroughHigh School for Boysin camp at Engelberg,in Switzerland,have this weekclimbed the 10,000‐ft. high Titlis, neartheir camp.In this news letter Mr HW Marsden, the headmaster,tells of life in the camp and of preparationsfor the climb.—The third day here finds us all completely inlove with this camp, free as it is of all imperfectionswhich can affect campers—flies, badweather, and bad ground, it is indeed, all wecould wish for—the mountain setting, the firtrees, the glacial stream and a shady grovewith tables and chairs to ease the feeding arrangements.Some food prices are high, particularly meatand butter, but other staples, fruit, bread, andbacon are about the same as at home.We are on our camp diet— mostly stew madein pressure cookers, stewed fruit, porridge,and tinned fish, bacon or eggs for breakfast,and sandwiches for lunch.The mountain overlooking the camp is theEngelberg, like a cathedral from one angle, butfrom here it has the outlines of the crest of acock, its local name.Next to it is the Weisshorn, over whosepointed summit the sun bursts out at seveno’clock, flooding our valley with light andheat, a signal to get up.

We have each a sleeping bag and one blanket,We have no palliasses but the ground does notseem unduly hard when sleep is needful afterhealthy exercise. All runs so smoothly withoutany fuss, presided over by that master camper,Mr. Bradley.Yesterday (Monday) we went about half wayup the Surrenen Pass to about 4,000 feet, a mildleg‐stretcher of about three hoursbut done at a smart pace. In the evening Engelbergprovided attractions, for it was the SwissNational Day.Bonfires sprang up at dusk on the hills, rocketswent up from some of the summits and therewere plenty of fireworks. Somesaw the parades in the town and listened to themayor’s speech. Others went to the service inthe Monastery.More serious business lies ahead, and beginstoday—the ascent of Titlis, the giant of thepeaks around here, over 10,000 feet.We had a conference with the guide last nightand all of us will make the ascent, except theunfit and, curiously enough, “fat boys “, whomthe guide won’t have.As every one wants to go, there was a carefulexamination of footgear this morning, arrangementsmade for proper nailing, and the twoparties, one for today, the other for tomorrow,were sorted out.42HIGH SCHOOL BOYS DOMORE CLIMBS IN THE ALPSIn a letter received today Mr HW Marsden tellsof more climbs made by the boys. Writing fromAdelboden, he says:We are back in the mountains at a fine campsite, which we have all to ourselves, in a valleyleading into the Lonne group of the BerneseOberland. We are at 5,000 feet. It is muchcooler, pleasant after the extreme heat of Interlaken,where it was 85 degrees most of the day.Our camp is at the edge of a deep ravine, onwhose sides grow larches and pines. Their topsjust look over the top onto our camp.We are lucky to be allowed to camp here, forthe hay crop is most precious in all Alpinevillages, and had only just been cut when wearrived.We have had an easy first day, looking aroundAdelboden, a village of one long street runningalong the slope of a mountain side. We found amagnificent open‐air swimming pool, whichmore than compensated for leaving the Lake ofBrienz.Mr Haigh took his tent party over the mountainpasses, about 7,000 feet, on a six‐hourjourney to Kandersteg. They slept in a woodshed, cooked their meals, and have returnedsafely. Mr. Bradley has taken his tent party onContinued on page 44PRIZE CROSSWORDSOLUTION No. 6November 2004No correct solutions werereceived so we carry forwardthe prize to the winner ofthe Crossword in this edition.1 2 3 4J W I L M O T A FH E L A5 6 7R A I N C L I F F E A U T H O R8A G X H L B9C H U N10C H E S11A N T H O N Y RE T E N M M A12Z N D13E P D14P I K E T15S E L I16N O R T H M A R I N E R O A17DN A E P A18R19C A R L Y L E H IU H L20R E D F A C21E DS A E O N L22K I N23G S L E Y S24B T L25AI R L E E I RN A26H W M27M A G N U S O NH C O28A D V A N C I N G O LM29C O N V E N T D

43CRYPTIC CROSSWORD –By John Rice (1947-56)1 2 3 4 5 6 78 910 1112 13 14 1517 1819 201621 22When we hadexhausted AlanBridgewater’s(1933‐40) crosswords,John Ricewrote, “I havebeen amusingmyself by composinga crossword which may ormay not be suitable for publicationin Summer Times. Unlike the crosswordsyou have been publishingrecently, this one is largely cryptic,with about half the clues and/orlights having something to do withSBHS.” John’s crossword is reproducedhere and from our nextissue we shall publish a new seriesproduced by Alan.Across1, 5 Where pitched battles were fought, on Cromwell’shorse? (7,5)8 Perfect, perhaps, as taught by either 18 (5)9 In summer, for instance, one is included asprovisional (7)10 Surprisingly, a row lacks first bit of water, butdoes need this (3)11 Is the lady’s timber for the Physics teacher? (9)12 Mugs working Secretary, recently retired (6)14 What’s happening? No front of house! GetBob! (6)17 Activities for the playground, and for 1,5 (4‐5)18 He was good in French, and taught Germantoo (3)19 Don Barnes was one with the ball, one of thetops (7)20 Lessons too long? Science lab feature shown(5)21 Arthur Costain’s subject faced by pupilscaught misbehaving (5)22 Deplores feeble cricket practice facilities, lackingend of crease (7)Down1 Exit from the pavilion? Like a 1,5 activity (7)2 Not quite a bull’s eye, and not quite VictorLudorum either (5)3 We had to keep this on the board when Pikewent over it (3)4 Biff’s house? In Forge Valley? (6)5 Liar’s mate concocted fabrics (9)6 Unearths nothing with Proust in translation(7)7 Two boys counted the seconds (5)11 Initially, I never overlooked regular graphsand notes in Chemistry, a branch of it (9)13 Many schools have them, and not just on thehockey‐pitch (7)15 Baffle no ordinary novice for starters withan addition (7)16 Speaking test in the morning? That’s farfrom ethical (6)17 Some probe, some brush (5)18 His first interest, like his first name, was theFrench (5)20 Any sound? Pike would have explained it(3)

44the same excursion. The rest have climbed asmall mountain, the Bonderspitze, 8,000 feet.Near the top we met some goats, who madefriends with us, came to the summit, andshared our lunch in friendly fashion. We put aschool cap on the most handsome of them,and it allowed itself to be photographed, eatinga slice of bread.It was as well that amicable relations weremaintained and that the goats showed noresentment, The summit onto which we hadcrowded was a level of but a few yards squareand surrounded on three sides by misty precipices.Had the goats turned frisky, a few judiciousbutts would have been devastating.Arrangements have been made for a smallparty to ascend the Wildstrubl, the 11,000 feetmountain which dominates the Adelbodenvalley. The remainder will do minor climbs.Everyone in camp is very fit, and about theonly discomfort we have suffered so far aretouches of sunburn and occasional sore feet.THE BATTLE OFTRAFALGAR — 2005With apologies to the present Lord Nelson –who made us so welcome at a London Lunchat the House of Lords—and to member MikeElvy who portrayed the ‘Death of Nelson’ sovividly, at another London lunch… Mikemight pick up some tips to modernize hisact, from the following:It is around 200 years since Lord Nelsonʹsfamous naval victory over the French andSpanish in the Battle of Trafalgar. To kick‐startthe anniversary celebrations, an actor dressedas Nelson recently posed for pictures on theRiver Thames at Greenwich. But before hewas allowed on board an RNLI Lifeboat,safety officials made him wear a lifejacketover his 19th century admiralʹs uniform.How would Nelson have fared if he had beensubject to modern health and safety regulations?ʺOrder the signal to be sent, Hardy.ʺʺAye, aye sir.ʺʺHold on, thatʹs not what I dictated to thesignal officer. Whatʹs the meaning of this?ʺʺSorry sir?ʺʺEngland expects every person to do his duty,regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation,religious persuasion or disability. What gobbledegookis this?ʺʺAdmiralty policy, Iʹm afraid, sir. Weʹre anequal opportunities employer now. We hadthe devilʹs own job getting ʹEnglandʹ past thecensors, lest it be considered racist.ʺʺGadzooks, Hardy. Hand me my pipe andtobacco.ʺʺSorry sir. All naval vessels have been designatedsmoke‐free working environments.ʺʺIn that case, break open the rum ration. Letus splice the main brace to steel the men beforebattle.ʺʺThe rum ration has been abolished, Admiral.Itʹs part of the Governmentʹs policy on bingedrinking.ʺʺGood heavens, Hardy. I suppose weʹd betterget on with it. Full speed ahead.ʺʺI think youʹll find that thereʹs a 4 knot speedlimit in this stretch of water.ʺʺDamn it man! We are on the eve of the greatestsea battle in history. We must advancewith all dispatch. Report from the crowʹs nest,please.ʺʺThat wonʹt be possible, sir.ʺʺWhat?ʺʺHealth and safety have closed the crowʹsnest, sir. No harness. And they said that ropeladder doesnʹt meet regulations. They wonʹtlet anyone up there until a proper scaffoldingcan be erected.ʺʺThen get me the shipʹs carpenter withoutdelay, Hardy.ʺʺHeʹs busy knocking up a wheelchair accessto the foʹcʹsle, Admiral.ʺʺWheelchair access? Iʹve never heard any‐

thing so absurd.ʺ45up on disciplinary.ʺʺHealth and safety again, sir. We have toprovide a barrier‐free environment for thedifferently abled.ʺʺDifferently abled? Iʹve only one arm andone eye and I refuse even to hear mention ofthe word. I didnʹt rise to the rank of admiralby playing the disability card.ʺʺActually, sir, you did. The Royal Navy isunder‐represented in the areas of visual impairmentand limb deficiency.ʺʺWhatever next? Give me full sail. The saltspray beckons.ʺʺA couple of problems there too, sir. Healthand safety wonʹt let the crew up the riggingwithout crash helmets. And they donʹt wantanyone breathing in too much salt ‐ havenʹtyou seen the adverts?ʺʺIʹve never heard such infamy. Break out thecannon and tell the men to stand by to engagethe enemy.ʺʺThe men are a bit worried about shooting atanyone, Admiral.ʺʺWhat? This is mutiny.ʺʺItʹs not that, sir. Itʹs just that theyʹre afraid ofbeing charged with murder if they actuallykill anyone. Thereʹs a couple of legal aidlawyers on board, watching everyone likehawks.ʺʺThen how are we to sink the Frenchies andthe Spanish?ʺʺActually, sir, weʹre not.ʺʺWeʹre not?ʺʺNo, sir. The Frenchies and the Spanish areour European partners now. According to theCommon Fisheries Policy, we shouldnʹt evenbe in this stretch of water. We could get hitwith a claim for compensation.ʺʺBut you must hate a Frenchman as you hatethe devil.ʺʺI wouldnʹt let the shipʹs diversity coordinatorhear you saying that sir. Youʹll beʺYou must consider every man an enemywho speaks ill of your King.ʺʺNot any more, sir. We must be inclusive inthis multicultural age. Now put on yourKevlar vest; itʹs the rules.ʺʺDonʹt tell me ‐ health and safety. Whateverhappened to rum, sodomy and the lash?ʺʺAs I explained, sir, rum is off the menu.And now thereʹs a ban on corporal punishment.ʺ......ʺSo, what about sodomy?ʺI believe itʹs to be encouraged, sir.ʺOLD SCARBORIANSNo. 1 – John Birley(1944-50)It would be very difficultto find someone who wasmore ‘Scarborough’ thanJohn Birley.John, married to Judith,has three children andeight grandchildren. Hehad two brothers and asister. His younger brother, sadly, died at theage of 47 whilst his elder brother has lived inAmerica since 1966 currently living in Arlingtonbetween Dallas and Fort Worth.Throughout his life he has been involvedwith organizations and businesses that havehad an impact on the town. The former Plaxtonboss is president of Scarborough FootballClub after being a lifelong fan and he is alsoinvolved with the YMCA, Rotary Club ofScarborough Cavaliers and Scalby VillageTrust.The key to his success seems to be his abilityto roll with what life throws at him and hisfirm belief that there is nowhere like home.“I’m Scarborough born and bred and I’mproud of it,” says John, 71.

tracks.At this point the gate came down, crashing ontop of the Mercedes, with the yapping dogdangling from the roof.Thus endeth the accident report. Why do wenever have fun accidents here?MEMORIES OF SBHSBy Kneale Marshall (1947–55)Fifty years ago this year I left SBHS – time tolook back. First some amusing incidents I recall.The “Shinty” match refereed by Stod hasbeen mentioned by others recently in SummerTimes including John Rice. My memory of it ismuch the same as John’s, of Stod shouting“Cannon!” and awarding 2 points to the teamwhose player hit the ball that hit the groin areaof an opposing team member. Another amusingincident happened one lunch hour whenabout four boys including me were huddled ina classroom looking at a girlie magazine thatone of the group brought to school. Rice seniorwalked in and made his way to our location ‐there was no escape. He pushed us aside, satdown and slowly thumbed through the revealingpictures. As he got up to leave he complimentedus on our good taste and we heard nomore about it. In an English class in the thirdor fourth form taught by Rice he asked a studentnamed Dickenson to recite a poem. Iseem to recall he lived in Sawdon and had, orpretended to have, a very broad Yorkshireaccent. Dickenson proceeded with the broadestof accents annoying Rice to a point wherehe threw his poetry book at him. Dickensonducked, the book missed, broke a window,and was later recovered from the lower playground.I’m sure anyone who suffered underBon Clark could tell endless stories. Howmany recall his handing out sheets of copperplate writing to be completed after schoolhours, one for every ‘t’ not crossed or ‘i’ notdotted on homework assignments. I recall aclass with him one morning following ourassembly in hall where Joey announced thatAlf (Ron) Leng had won a boxing tournament51Kneale’s Birthplace,14A The Crescent, Fileyat, I think, the Yorkshire level. Bon congratulatedthe “bad boy” (weren’t we all in his eyes)and asked Leng if he would like to hit him –what a question! Alf took the challenge, Bonremoved his ever‐present pocket watch andfob and held open his jacket. Alf wound upand gave the punch all he had into the stomach.Bon never flinched, just kept a smile onhis face. There was blood on Alf’s knuckles,but Bon just kept smiling and said “you didn’tknow the old man wore leather corsets didyou, bad boy?” The good old days – do thingslike that happen today? Unlike many writersto Summer Times my interest and ability insports were both abysmal. I think I had goodor reasonable rapport with most of the masters,although Bon once commented in an endof term report that I was “tiresome at times.”But my relations with Jock Roxbrough wereprobably about as bad as they could get. Notthat he was at fault. I simply had not an iota of

52interest in sports. Maybe it was the weather. Itsimply seemed the height of lunacy to take offwarm dry clothes in a muddy field 600 or sofeet above sea level, then run around in therain and mud just to try to get a ball somewhereit wasn’t interested in going, meanwhilehaving your shorts and shirt torn offand being utterly miserable. I tried every trickI could think of to avoid this “madness” includingcoming up with pathetically weakexcuses. After reading one of these one day itcaused him to look at me with thunder in hiseyes and say “Marrrshall! Ye dunna have thebrains of an ignorant louse!” I simply said“Yes, Sir.”But in case anyone reading this gets the ideathat I view my time at SBHS as a waste oftime, let me hasten to say that nothing couldbe further from the truth. The education Ireceived there set me up for a lifelong career inhigher education. My heroes there were many.They included Wallhead and Perry whotaught me woodwork and much more – prideand thoroughness in workmanship. Potts andIsherwood both gave me the fundamentalinsights in physics, Liddicott and Colenutt inchemistry. Joey Marsden personally tutoredme in French to ensure my entrance to university(Imperial College, London where I studiedmining and metallurgy). And above all thehighly talented band of mathematicians led by“Pike” Richardson, and including ʺFerdie”Freeman and Stod. It wasn’t until some yearsafter SBHS while in graduate studies that Ifully appreciated the depth and completenessof their courses.After graduation from Imperial College Iworked four years in uranium mining innorthern Saskatchewan, Canada before decidingto change career paths. I headed south tograduate school at the University of Californiaat Berkeley in September, 1962. I have lived inNorthern California since then (except forshort periods in New Jersey and WashingtonD. C). I moved to the Monterey Peninsula in1968. I retired at the end of 1997 from the NavalPostgraduate School and continue to livein Monterey.I would be very interested to know if anyreaders are aware of the whereabouts of twoclose school friends, Christopher Wilkinsonwho left SBHS in 1955 and entered LiverpoolUniversity to study Chemistry, or John Leppington(he had two brothers named Collinand Frank) who left in 1952 or 3. My olderbrother Brian, who ran the family business at123 Westborough until retiring in the latenineties, and my younger sister Thelma(Raabe) continue to live in Scarborough. Mywife Jean and I visited them in May 2004. Ihad warned Jean repeatedly to expect cold wetweather. We experienced temperatures in the70’s for a whole week, not a single drop ofrain, and garden and hedgerows in full bloom.Finally, I noticed some discussion in SummerTimes on the spelling of my first name. BillPotts correctly described how I got the name.There was a contemporary of mine at the HighSchool called Kneale Harrison who’s fatherwas partner in the jewelry store in town calledHarrison and Hardy (coincidentally, beforeopening this store Hardy had been an employeeof my father in our family business).He is the only other person I have ever metwith this name spelling. For anyone interestedthe name is common in the Isle of Man (I’venever been there nor have any relatives therethat I know of) and comes from the form ofGaelic that is found there. The K can be readas “son of” making Kneale the equivalent ofO’Neal in Ireland and McNeal in Scotland.Editor: Kneale’s web site appears at: http://www.nps.navy.mil/orfacpag/resumePages/marsha.htmLETTER FROM CAIROBy Ray Bloom (1953-59)Itʹs been suggested that someone out theremight be interested in hearing how your newDeputy Editor comes to be residing in fascinatingEgypt. Well, of course itʹs been a winding,twisting route.

After my earlier teachingcareer in Scarboroughand North YorkshireI left the teachingprofession briefly, tojoin the multinationaldistributor, Wolseley,known locally asPlumb Center, but nowbig in the States and reputedly the biggestdistributor of building materials in the world.Promotion entailed a move south with mywife, Liz and son, Peter, to live in St Albans,Hertfordshire, where I re‐trained as a BusinessStudies teacher and returned to the classroomin the early 90s.A late mid‐life crisis, 6 years ago, coincidedwith a phone call out of the blue, offering meteaching work in Malawi, and so, with anamicable divorce triggering a new phase inmy life, I couldnʹt think of a reason to decline.Malawi is a beautiful country with great peopleand I enjoyed teaching the well‐motivatedstudents in the International School in Lilongwe,the capital. At the end of the twoyear contract, western civilisation beckonedand I returned to live and teach in St Albans.After that travel experience it proved difficultto settle and a search for more adventureopportunities abroad resulted in my presentstatus as Head of Business Studies and Economicsat a private international school inCairo.Towards the end of my initial one year contract,I realised there was obviously more toget out of this country and so I am now in mysecond year. After that……. who knows?What a fascinating and addictive country itʹsproved to be. Much poverty and much obviousaffluence make an interesting mix.BMWs and Mercs jostle in the congestedstreets with as many donkeys and carts.Safe? Absolutely! Thereʹs a very low crimerate, with dishonesty strongly opposed by theEgyptian culture and the Islam religion. The53strong and obvious presence of the militaryon most street corners can be an initial concernfor tourists. To me, itʹs a reassurancethat Iʹm safe – the last thing the Egyptiangovernment wants is a tourist scare and it’lldo anything to avoid one.And what a feast of sights – the pyramids, theNile, the Tutankhamun display, the mysteriousbazaars, great Red Sea diving, gorgeousbeaches and surrounding deserts.My present abode is an apartment in a leafyCairo suburb, called Maadi, just off the Nile.Itʹs a 20‐minute drive to work, down thenewly‐built Ring Road, crossing the Nile andheading for the Giza pyramids. The school issurrounded by lush pastures, watered bychannels from Nile canals, and palm trees.The view is completed by the awesome sightof the nearby Great Pyramid of Cheops andits two smaller pyramids and the less visibleSphinx.Last year I rented an apartment on the 17thfloor of a tower block overlooking the Nileand within sight of the 3 Giza pyramids plusseven more on the horizon. The sunsets werespectacular.The 1,500 students at my school are all Egyptians.Some students follow the Egyptiancurriculum and acquire Egyptian qualifications.Students with a good command ofEnglish follow the UK curriculum and takeGCSE and A level exams. The teaching mediumfor these students is solely and strictlyEnglish – spoken Arabic in lessons is forbidden.Most students aspire to university entrance,mainly in Cairo, but some hope to studyabroad – UK, Canada and the States are thefavourite destinations for the real highachievers. The sliding scale of fees for universityentrance are linked to school examgrades – high grades mean lower fees. Youcan see why parents demand good results!

54My travel experiences so far have included aNile cruise from Aswan to Luxor, visits toHurghada and El Gouna on the Red Sea, aweek in Alexandria, a journey to the Blackand White deserts and a memorable holidayin Jordan to take in Petra, the Dead Sea etc.The biggest surprise and greatest joy for mehas been the discovery of Egyptʹs golfcourses. There are five championshipstandardcourses around Cairo, plus the 9‐hole Mena House course right next to theGreat Pyramid of Cheops. Away from Cairo,at the Red Sea resorts, are several more. Allthese courses have lush, flower‐fringed fairways,immaculate greens and are very inexpensive.Egypt must be the best‐kept golf secret, withluxurious, inexpensive hotels, great courses,and with the option of taking in its otherobvious non‐golf attractions.Cairo certainly has atmosphere and a distinctivefeel about it. I have found the Egyptiansvery welcoming and friendly. Some are simplycurious about foreigners, particularly theEnglish. There are strong anti‐American andanti‐British Government feelings amongstordinary Egyptians, because of the Iraq invasion,but English people are liked and wellrespected.I hope that one of the spin‐offs from this newOSA job will be contact with friends from myScarborough days. Please contact me onbloom_364@hotmail.comCHANGES FOR THESCHOOL SYSTEM - 1970Head teachers for Scarborough’s new Comprehensivesecondary schools and the proposedSixth Form College were named 35years ago this year.The head of the new Sixth Form College wasnamed as Alec Gardiner, then head of ScarboroughHigh School for Boys.The comprehensive school titles had still to bechosen, but Hilda Briggs, until then Head ofScarborough Girls’ High School, was to becomehead of the school previously occupiedby SBHS (later named Graham School); BrianCoyne, then head of Westwood County ModernSchool (the first SBHS building) was totake over the then Raincliffe School; JohnHoward, the head of Scalby County ModernSchool, was to be in charge of the new comprehensivebased there; and Robert Davis,then head of George Pindar County ModernI can buy all of my normal everyday requirements.There are some good supermarketswhich stock UK‐style products plus MiddleEastern ranges. A few years ago, Sainsburyʹsopened 60 stores here within 2 years, butalleged pressure from the Egyptian governmentcaused them to pull out more quickly.AlecGardinerHildaBriggsBryanCoyneJohnHowardI try to maintain a reasonable degree of fitnessby working out at a local gym. I eat outevery evening as meals are so inexpensiveand, at the equivalent of 4p per shirt, the locallaundry keeps my ironing board permanentlyfolded away in a corner of my apartment.School was to lead the school taking over atthat site – subsequently named Pindar School.Thatʹs probably enough for now. I havemany more stories to tell, but they can waitfor another time.

EVENTS DIARY 2005/6Details of contact names for all events are onpage 2.Monday, 6th June 2005LECTURE by OSA memberProfessor Richard Seymour,Yorkshire Coast College ‐ Westwood Annexe(the old SBHS) 2pm.Richard Seymour and Dick Powell are two ofEurope’s best known product designers. Sinceforming Seymour‐Powell in London in 1984,the consultancy has risen to a commandingposition on the international stage, with clientsas diverse as BMW, Yamaha, Tefal, Casio,Minolta, Nokia and Panasonic. The SeymourPowell consultancy has received many internationalawards for its design work. BothRichard and Dick write exclusively in the Britishdesign press and have appeared on manyradio and TV programmes, including “Betterby Design” on Channel 4.College students have seat priority althoughthere are a few seats available for OSA members.Tickets through Patrick Argent 01723361960 who has promised a brief tour of theold Boys’ High School building, after theevent.OSA GolfThursday, 23 rd June 2005North Cliff Golf Club, Scarborough.Contact Chris Found.OSA GolfThursday, 21 st July 2005North Cliff Golf Club, Scarborough.Contact Chris Found.OSA Golf DinnerThursday, 21 st July 2005North Cliff Golf Club, Scarborough.Contact Chris Found.55Rugby– Reunion Friday, 2 ndSeptember 2005Scarborough RUFC are hosting a reunion ofex‐players at Newby on Friday 2nd September.The evening will consist of a hugely entertaining10 a‐side Tag Rugby tournament followedby a social evening in the clubhouse.The 2005‐6 rugby season starts the followingday and it is hoped many ex‐players willmake a weekend of it taking in the leaguegame the following day.More information from Barry Beanland 01723367023SGHS /OSA Joint BuffetDinnerFriday, 16 th September 2005Palm Court Hotel, 7pm for 7.30pm Tickets£19‐50Please book with the Secretary of SGHS OldGirls Association.Contact Evelyn Peterson. 01723 870885. Bookingform enclosed.AGMTuesday,22nd November 2005(provisional)Contact Mick Bowman or Peter Robson forconfirmation of date and venue.OSA Annual DinnerFriday, 2 nd December 2005As usual, this will be held at the Palm CourtHotel, Scarborough, 7pm for 8pm Tickets nowavailable at £20. Please use the enclosed bookingform.Contact Mick Bowman. Booking form enclosedBoxing Day RugbyMonday,26 th December 2005The match against Scarborough will be held onBoxing Day as usual and again all membersare encouraged to attend what can be an excel‐

lent social occasion.Contact Barry Beanland 01723 367023OSA London LunchMarch 2006(being arranged)We are looking for a venue which will initself, attract members. See the item by MauriceJohnson on page 22 and let Maurice haveyour feedback.Contact Maurice JohnsonCOMMITTEE DINNEROn Thursday 27th January the committee hosteda dinner at The Everley, Forge Valley, Scarborough.This was as a thank you to acknowledge 5years service to the Association, by both PeterRobson and David Fowler; Peter as Secretaryand David as Summer Times editor and publisher.The puzzle was why organiser ChrisFound was not one of those hosted. He was afterall, the instigator of the computer age OSA fromthe time of the meeting he called at Pinewood in561999.Geoff Nalton proposed a vote of thanks, towhich Peter and David responded briefly.The Everley provided an excellent meal, hospitalitywas generous, and wine was borrowed,begged or otherwise acquired by Chris Found.POSTSCRIPTA CD containing all issues of Summer Times since1999, and software so your computer can ‘read’the magazines, is available at £4 (£5 overseas).Please order from David Fowler making chequespayable to the OSA.Please pass on the enclosed membership applicationform to a non‐member old boy. If youknow more than one please photocopy the form.If everyone found just one new member, wecould double our membership with little effort.We plan for Volume 47 of Summer Times to bepublished early in November 2005. The last datefor copy is 1st August 2005.The Palm Court is a 3 Star Hotel with a superb central location and guaranteed free coveredparking, minutes to the beach, town centre, theatres, Spa.All 47 bedrooms en-suite with colour television, tea / coffee facilities, telephone. Ideal for thediscerning conference delegate offering in-house conference facilities in the hotel's purpose builtconference suite.The elegant Rosedale Restaurant offers full traditional English breakfast, Table D'Hote and A laCarte evening dinner. Adjacent is the Troutsdale Ballroom which is available for private functionsor a conference suite seating up to 200 guests.Other facilities include Indoor heated Swimming Pool, Cocktail Bar, Lift to all floors, Weekend,midweek, weekly breaks all year, Saturday Dinner Dances, Christmas and New Year breaks.Rates: B & B £44.00 - £53.00

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