There's a
ditty, popular among servicemen of WW2, about the
quartermaster's store and which was often
tunelessly 'vocalised' in the backs of
three-tonners with blacked-out headlamps
returning to barracks or, under a whiie-hut sun,
leaving clouds of sand over unpaved desert
tracks. The chorus commences, "My eyes are
dim, I cannot see, I have not brought my specs
with me.......... " Remember ? To forget or mislay
one's gig-lamps is a common enough occurrence.
However, when one becomes the servant of three
pairs of different optical formulae, the
frequencies of forgetting and mislaying becomes
three-fold (or is the increase perhaps
exponential ?) and life becomes a little more
tedious From time to time, a touch of strabismus
only serves to add to one's annoyance.
So it is
with regret that this must be the last issue of
The Old Prescotian for which your present editor
will be responsible. The chief purpose of the
'OP' has always been to promote fellowship but
additionally to circulate news and reminiscences
among those witn interests in the School in one
or more of its several forms. It has become a
focal point towards which OPs of eight decades
have looked. Like its partner The Register, the
magazine has surely succeeded in bringing back
together old friends who have lost touch through
the years. In this way the tables at the reunions
have been more densely populated.
I must
thank you all for your encouragement and help
during the past ten years. I have benefited from
your fellowship. I shall miss your letters and
the fun and the interest which the Old Prescotian
has given me. From your comments, I know it has
been worthwhile.

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