I have a very clear
memory of starting at PGS at the beginning of the
summer term, 1941. In my new blazer and cap, I
walked up St James' Road with in), Father. We
caught up with Herbie Chant and Eddie Wood on the
way to school - they both lived in Old Lane.
Eddie asked "Is this a new boy, Mr. Littler?
We'll look after him." So began a peri od of
more than nine years at PGS. Of course. before
that time I had passed the entrance exam which
meant attending school to be fussed over by
Nannie Huckle whilst I sat the test, I can
remember a small drawing of a chair w ith three
legs and being asked what was wrong with it. What
really worried me was having to use joined-up
At the start of each term, at least
until the passing of the 1944 Education Act and
the arrival of the 11+ Examination, we went to
school with an envelope containing £2.14s. 6d.
(£2.72) to be handed to Miss Bowley later, Mrs.
Jack Smith, it being the fee for the tennis
tuition. Like most Old Prescotians of my age, I
could reminisce for many pages. However, allow me
to relate just one incident in particular. One of
the set books for the Oxford School Certificate
Examination of 1948 was the Collected Poems of
Keats and Shelley. Our teacher was Mr. Smith
later the husband of Miss Bowley. He was a stern
person, not given to humour and frivolity,. One
day he entered the classroom at his customary
high speed and said in his usual imperious voice.
"Take out your Sheets and Kelly\'s".
The response of the class I leave to your