High jinks in the sixth form common room…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s half-eaten apple is the one left on the low wall at the entrance to the church.

Oh dear, Bob seems to have pal who is being a bit of problem…
Yes, this is an illustration from that old junk shop book the Lion Annual 1956 that I have mentioned previously in these pages. Oh, Arthur Deam, isn’t that a nice name?

dscn4745Ah, school days! Jolly japes in the dorm! Masters in gowns, the school song, rugger and cricket, the first eleven, meet me in the gym later – ‘I say you chaps, let’s wander down to the village and punch some of those unspeakably uncouth local oiks! We’ll show them!… Ha ha ha!…’
Imagine being a young lad of a working class family, living in an industrial northern town, and getting a book like this as a Christmas present.
Oh what a great cover! But here’s a puzzle! Who are these people? Why are these kids wearing smart suits and ties? They don’t go to school, they seem to live there – how very odd! Why aren’t they living at home with their mums and dads? Look, their teachers all seem to carry canes and wear flowing black cloaks, and funny hats…
Oh yes! Of course, they are posh! I have heard of such people, but of course I’ve never met any of them, but you do hear them talking on the wireless a lot…
I suppose back in Britain in the 1950s the people who were writers were posh people; working class people certainly did read things, but not many of them wrote stuff, and if they did, they didn’t even think of getting it published.
So, imagine a chance meeting at the bar in the gentlemen’s club:
‘Oh hello, it’s Charles isn’t it? Gosh, haven’t seen you since school days!’
‘Miles, my dear chap, how the hell are you, nice suit! You are looking tip-top, are you busy these days?’
‘Oh, I’ve just inherited a publishing company from my mad Uncle Thaddeus. Oh, I say, you were always jolly good at writing things, how about knocking out some school stories for young lads for one of our popular publications?’
‘School stories?’
‘Yes, you know, just like it was back at Eton, everyone loved their school days Miles, what a super time we had, what larks!’
‘Oh alright Charlie, is there any dosh in it?’
‘Oh, don’t worry about that, we’ll see you alright…’

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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10 Responses to High jinks in the sixth form common room…

  1. Dana Doran says:

    Yes, I do agree….it’s never ‘what’ you know….it’s ‘who.’

  2. and who would have thought that in the future, Uncle Tom Cobbly and an’ all would be writing and publishing ALL over the world! Cracking cover art on the book, too. 🙂

  3. memadtwo says:

    …and what happened to yesterday’s half-eaten apple?

  4. john seven says:

    A kind of mini Bullingdon experience.

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