Ricky Jones offers up some memories
of PGS at War
outbreak of World War II just days before
my joining PGS.
attendance until the completion of the
awful snowy winter of the 'phony* war,
form being quite property ticked off for
cheering when a double period of Latin
was interrupted by the sirens and a trip
to he shelter.
anti-aircraft shrapnel after the raids of
veg in the school allotments and the
holiday farm camps.
poignant morning assemblies when
announcements were made of ex-pupils and
staff being killed or wounded in action.
Chant, to class, "Don't go home and
tell your parents that I've been teaching
you about Socialism".
Bailey, to me after I had remarked that
my atlas showed the pre-1936 European
boundaries. "I suggest you invite
the interest of the British Museum".
Hough, to me in exasperation. "Like
another famous gentleman, Jones, my
patience is exhausted". (A reference
to Hitler's reaction at the rejection of
his 'final offer')
trouble again, this time in RSB's French
class,-my wilful confusion of joli and
jolly and my uncontrollable giggles at
the concept of jolly flowers.
Hawthorne's insistence on our use of both
inner and outer surfaces of the covers of
exercise books as a wartime economy.
his 'gags', e.g., "Have you played
football recently, boy?" "Yes.
Sir."... "And did you
door handle coming off in Eddie Wood's
hand during his practical demonstration
of the Moment of a Force (I suspect in
retrospect that this was staged).
in the two Shield final games at Goodison
Park in 1944 (a better performance than
one or two games I saw there in later
years - with 30,000 others! (pre-1980, of
course, in case Geoff Nulty reads