by Tony Argyle (1941-46)
Tony Argyle (1941-46) writes (again with real ink) from Pearce, near Canberra in Australia.
Do you remember putting milk bottles or chalk dusters in the grand piano? I recall many a time when Mr Bielby had to stop in the middle of “For those in peril on the seas” to remove these various objects which made a dreadful din on the piano strings.
Who tried to set light to the “Annexe”, that overflow place at the bottom end of George Street? A belting was going to be given to the whole class in alphabetical order unless the culprit owned up. This did not appeal to A A Argyle nor my mate Brian Abrahams. However the culprit did own up and we were spared.
Remember blowing up condoms purchased from Wesley Lloyd in New Inn Hall Street? There was a door there with ”Consultations Gentlemen” on it.
Remember the harvest camps at Kelmscott near Lechlade? We had to get there on our bikes and were paid five bob a week for really hard work.
New boys used to have to “Kiss the Cross” on the old city wall before being ducked in the bogs.
I remember taking my dinner money over to Morgan’s cake shop when school dinners did not appeal.
“Spud” Taylor: Does anyone recall the following song?
Let us with a Litesome mind
Praise old Spud, for he is fine
For his jock-straps, Eh endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Off to Norfolk Island in the middle or the Pacific next week for some R & R after a knee replacement and a dose of DVT.
Offer of a glass or five of good Aussie wine to any old boys still stands. Trying to get my oldest mate Brian Amos to come over, but the wimp won’t fly. Have told him that it’s a b—-y sight safer than his driving.