Another Outstanding 59er Cathedralite

The class of 59ers was unique in that all the members of the class have been achievers.
I have pleasure in posting the record of an unique Cathedralite, a 59er David Colaco.

An outstanding boxer and athlete, it will be difficult to find someone with such an impressive record.

I am pleased to be able to post the picture of his Western India Boxing medal.

Besides being a great sportsman, David and his elder brother, the late 58er Michael Colaco, had fantastic soprano voices and sang in the St. Thomas Cathedral Church Choir. (I also squawked in that choir alongside them!)

David's Boxing Record:
First: Junior Flyweight 22nd Apr 1954
First: Junior Flyweight 19th Apr 1955
First: Junior Bantamweight 3rd Apr 1956
First: Junior Bantamweight 29th March 1957
Most Scientific Boxer Prize 29th March 1957
First: Junior Featherweight 18th March 1958
First: Senior Flyweight 24th March 61
Western Indian Box Champion CJ Hall (medal picture)

David's Record in Cross Country and Athletics:
First: Junior Cross Country Jogeswari 19th Jan 1957
Second: Junior 800 metres Brabourne Stadium 23rd Feb 1957
First: Junior Cross Country Jogeswari 19thJan 1958
Second: Junior 800 metres Brabourne Stadium 27th Feb 1958
Sixth: Junior Gymnastics 7th Nov 1957

I hope to post similar info about the other 59ers who have done extremely well in their lives!

Reason for being a top school

I was informed by one of my best and learned readers that his comment about why our school is at the top of the charts was missing. I do not know how that happened.

From Cathedral School, Mumbai

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However, I reproduce here what 49er Yezad Kapadia wrote:

Quite some time ago. I had clicked on comments  and sent the comments.

Although there are various factors at play, I believe a lot of credit should go to the Founding Fathers for their vision and the sense of purpose with which the School was founded. The value system endowed at that time prevails even now. I guess the same reasoning applies to the the Public Schools in England too.

I have worked for the House of Tatas. Fortune magazine has estimated that the average life span of a corporate entity is 17 years. There are at least three corporates/entities in the Tata stable (Tata Steel, the Taj Mahal Hotel and the Indian Institute of Science) which, after being around for more than 100 years, are world class! I can only attribute this to the vision and the sense of values of the Founder. We all know what a great man he was. Very few know how great!! 

This comment is specially interesting as most of our family companies are also of thatbreed of over or near 100 years. The Malayala manorama is now 123 years old, MRF is over 70 years old and most of the plantation companies as Badra, Devon, Balanoor are in their 80s.

To last just 17 years for a corporate seems a bit astonishing!

Yezad in Finland

About a week ago, on  hectic day in Oulu, I was all over the place. My phone was on silent or discreet because of meeting after meeting. (Please do remember that my phone number has changed. The new number is + 358 44 9361387)

Yezad, Rati, Ruki and Jero

We had some visitors, but as neither Annikki nor I were at home, so we did not know that they had been. They left a note in our mailbox which, because I was tied up till midnight, I missed.

The next day, I left for Helsinki at 3:30 am.

I decided to give 49er Yezad Kapadia's daughter, Ruki, a call to find out news of the arrival of her mom and dad to Finland.

Ruki answered my call, but she was not in Helsinki, but up north, about 200 km from Oulu near the eastern frontier. She was with her two kids as well as her parents!

She explained how they had been to Oulu the day before and missed us.

I was heartbroken as I was waiting to show all of them my home town of the last 26 years.

That evening I drove back to Oulu and reached about 3 am.

But I was up at the crack of dawn, finished my office work, and took off to Vuokatti, a small holiday resort near Sotkamo and Kajaani, quite a beautiful part of Finland. (Actually, these days we do not have dawn here as it has been our season of the nightless nights!)

It was really wonderful to connect with Yezad. We had lunch together, and then spent quite a few hours chin-wagging, till I finally had to take leave around 5 pm to reach Oulu at 7 in the evening.

I was really sorry that they could not visit and stay with us at Oulu, which had been the original plan.

Annikki and I will go Helsinki on the 9th of August and meet up with them at Ruki's place for dinner on the 11th night.

Yes, it will be Cathedralite Reunion! A 49er and a 59er! Any 69ers likely to join us? Barbara, game?

We talked a lot about our alma mater. The fact that Yezad is 10 years my senior just did not matter as we have so much in common to talk about.

I do wish more of you will make it to this lovely country!

Other Reunion Reports now ONLINE

After I put up the Reunion Report of 54ers, I was pressed by many who asked me to put up other Reunion Reports that I may have. It provides interesting and nostalgic reading, especially for those who were unable to attend.

As a result, I have already put up 2 Reunion Reports - the 50 year Reunion Reports of the 1949 Students who met in 1999 and the 50 year Reunion report of the 1953 Students who met in 2003.

Many thanks to 49er Yezad Kapadia and 53er Aislynn Moses (née Hyam) who had sent me the reports.

I am now preparing Web Pages of other Reunion Reports that have reached me. Stay tuned as I have several to put online and your classes may be one of them.

If you have a Reunion Report that you would like me to put up as a web page in this Section, please send me a text file (preferably not a Microsoft document but an rtf file would do just fine) of the report.

I will create the web page.

So as to make the report really meaningful, please send me any photographs that you may have taken at the reunion OR photographs of your years in school. I will use as many as possible. A photograph of the authors would also be very much appreciated.

I hope you enjoy this new feature of the Seventh Heaven Blog.

Please do not forget to view Ranko's blog, another Cathedralite from Belgrade, who is making a valiant effort to set up a nice, readable blog. the link is in sidebar of this blog.

If you have a blog meant for Cathedralites that you want listed, please send me the blog address.

Remember - what Jacob does TODAY, the others SHALL DO TOMORROW!

Mr. Rider Salmon, English Teacher d. Jan. 2002

Our great English teacher pictured above, who is sadly no more, Mr. Rider Salmon, would have shuddered at my last sentence.

This is what his wife, Pauline, wrote to me at the time of his passing:

"He was a fine humorous and loving husband for over 52 years, so it will be quite hard without him. He loved remembering his teaching years in Bombay and his pupils there."

And, I was one of his very "lucky" pupils.

Newsy Notes 006 - Polar Bear comes out of hibernation

Rider Salmon

Dear Cathedralites,

March the 1st has just ebbed away and I am coming
out of my hibernation.

"How To Stay Young, Happy & Healthy"

Throw out non-essential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctor worry about them. That is why you pay him/her.

Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down. If you really need a grouch, there are probably a few dozen of  your relatives to do the job.

Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts,
gardening ...whatever. Just never let the brain idle.

Enjoy the simple things. When the children are young...
that is all that you can afford. When they are in college... that is all that you can afford. When they are grown and you are on retirement... that is all that you can afford!

Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. Laugh so much that you can be tracked in the store by your distinctive laughter.

The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life is ...ourselves.

Surround yourself with what you love, whether it is
family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies ...
whatever. Your home is your refuge.

Cherish your health. If it is good ... preserve it. If it is
unstable ... improve it. If it is beyond what you can
improve ... get help.

Don't take guilt trips. Go to the mall, the next county, a
foreign country... but not guilt.

Tell the people you love, that you love them ... at every
opportunity.

Remember ...

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.


Rider Salmon

I received this message from Rider's wife, Pauline:

Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 19:04:00 +0000
Subject: Thank you
To: Jacob Matthan

Dear Jacob Matthan

It was good to receive your very heart warming messages about Rider's passing away.

He was a fine humorous and loving husband for over 52 years, so it will bequite hard without him. He loved remembering his teaching years in Bombay and his pupils there.

Thank you for your words of sympathy and also tribute to him

yours

Pauline

I placed a picture of Rider Salmon sent to me through Abe Hayeem in London in the last issue of Newsy Notes. I asked and got permission from both Pauline, and their son, Luke, to put it up on our Seventh Heaven website - which I have done.

My wife, Annikki, asked me why I thought so much about Rider. The answer for me was very easy. I told her that I had been just one of the thousands of Rider’s students. When he woke up in the morning after his days at Cathedral he would never have thought a moment about me. I would have passed from his memory a few years after we parted company.

But to me, as a writer, every time I sit down to compose
any piece of writing, just as this one, or edit a technical
or scientific article (which has been my bread and butter for several years), I would think for a moment about that tall handsome gentleman with that beautiful smile who taught me how to compose a decent sentence, express a point of view, write a line of prose in this language, or read a chapter in a book and understand its meaning not only as the words lay on the page but also get the meaning that lay between the lines.

It is Rider, and John Billington, Willie and Patel (Physics), OA Gregory (Chemistry) and POP Pharoah and Karkaria (Maths), who have made me what I am.

Of course, neither I cannot forget the late Mr. Morecroft, no, not for his side-lock pulling every gym class - but for fishing me out of the water at Vasind!!

Can I forget such people for even a moment in my life.
Rider taught me that the Wren’s Grammar book was not
the be all and end all of the English language. Rider taught me to write with my own expressive self.

Above all, Rider taught me when to say “I shall” and “I will”.

And it is the latter expression that has made me what I am today.

Can I ever for a moment forget such a wonderful teacher?

No, not on your life. Although Rider is no more, he will stay in my memory till the day I breathe my last!!

For that I say, “Thank you, Rider”.

A special message for Californians:

Next week is skiing holiday week here in Finland. Schools close by rotation starting in Helsinki in mid February and up here in the Arctic in early March, for a week at a time, so as to allow Finns and their kids to have a week of their winter enjoying skiing in the countryside.

In that context here is a word for those of you living near Hollywood. Annikki’s workmate, a very nice young Finnish girl, Hannele Leskelä, and her boyfriend, Kimmo Tyni, are visiting Hollywood as they are keen of seeing what the Hollywood stars are
all about. Kimmo works at Nokia Moibile Phones in Oulu. If any of you have an evening to spare and you are near the region, they would certainly like to spend an evening with a "local" family,

Their coordinates in Hollywood are

Hannele Leskelä and Kimmo Tyni,
Best Western Hotel
Hollywood Hills
6141 Franklin Avenue
Hollywood
California 90028
Hotel Tel: 323 - 464 - 5181

and as all Finns, they do have their Nokia Mobile phone. Here is Kimmo’s mobile phone number:

+358 - 400 - 759638

You can also reach Kimmo by email

Hope they can get to see some of you. Annikki and I would love to hear about you from them.

Formula 1

Tomorrow morning will see the start of the Formula 1
racing season in Australia. This year we will not see the flashy Mika Hakkinen. He has been replaced in the Maclaren Mercedes line-up by another young Finn, Kimi Raikkonen. Kimi is a focused young man witha truly dead pan Finnish character. I am sure he will drive well.

But more likely to succeed is the second Finn who is making a comeback this year driving for theToyota team. Mika Salo will pull in some surprises as he is a determined driver and going all out to show the world his real class.

Michael Schumacher and his brother, Ralph, had better
watch out for some aggressive driving by these two Finns.

Messages received:

Prakash Thadani fed me with some data from Mumbai:

***
Had to tell you of the ROCK Concert last night -2 bands Pythagorus and Parikrama The crowd was 5000 plus. Age was no barrier when I heard Pink Floyd - (wish you were here) & Deep Purple to enjoy any form of music, though Pythagorus played the latest ROCK Nos. and then a few known old Rock band tunes while Parikrama played most of their own compositions heard on MTV and the all time favourite WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU .

The Indian Jazz Yatra 2002, at the Rang Bhavan is being hosted by JAZZ INDIA 22nd to 23rd March featuring the greatest Indian jazz Musicians. So do try to book yourseason tickets in advance.

The Raza celebration of his 80th birthday at the Jehangir art  gallery last week brought together all those who havehis paintings or those who appreciated he work. The release of a  book with 3 signed prints for a whopping sum of Rs. 37500, was talked in hushed tones..

A few words by the Master, Raza, and short speeches were welcome by all who drank fine french wine and ate tastybites.

The footpaths outside Jehangir art gallery had many
interesting works of art on display. I personally liked
the ARTQUEST stall with bright vivid colours and paintingson home furniture pricey but still great to create an impact. The Jewel Gallery also featured some new talent being displayed on ART PLAZA the open air footpath gallery now on for the Kalaghoda festival.

The PICASSO show Metamorphoses is still on at the National Gallery of Cotemporary Art formerly Cawasji Jehangir Hall opp. Regal. NOT TO BE MISSED BY anyone. Take a guided tour. The guides really gives you an insight into the life of Picasso.

Sunday is the running of the  Poonawalla Million a horse race worth 38 million bucks. for 3 years old to be run over 1400 Metres.

There are prizes like a Maruti Car and plenty of gifts
usually won by those who have no clue about the horse
racing scene in Mumbai. One has to nominate the horses in winning order on a contest form. Sounds very easy but luck plays and importrant part here. All thanks to the dynamic Vivek Jain an ex Cathedralites who has
implemented many new ideas . Racing is now a family outing.  One can take your kids to the Mahalakshmi Race Course and enjoy the afternoon. Kids have amusement rides, and the entertainment.
***

Prakash also informed me about the passing away of Miss Oliver  at the ripe old age of 92. Miss Oliver was the handiwork (I think)  teacher in the girl’s school and many of our friends acquired their cooking skills from her.

Here was an interesting input from Doreen (nee Feibusch) Heimlich from Clemson, USA.

Dear Jacob,

I had just mailed off an envelope to you this (Saturday)
morning, containing xerox copies of the Cathedral's Prize Giving Day Programmes of 1949 and 1950, wherein you should  recognize a good number of the names, even though you  are of a much younger vintage. It's interesting to see Ellis  Hayeem's name, and some of the other boys, listed under
the Girl's School, because in those days the Lower School b(Upper K.G., Lower K.G., Transition, and Preparatory) was  "co-ed" -- though in those far-off days we were not familiar  with the term "co-ed." And you should enjoy the listing of  the teachers and the subjects they taught, for the Boy's
School and the Girl's School.  Made copies of the same
items for Gracie Hayeem, but am waiting for her response
to my e-mail request for her snail-mail address, which I
was unable to find on the internet. I don't know how
long this envelope will take to get to you, since I've never
posted anything to Finland before.

For now, my very best to you and your family,

--Doreen

Having received the package, I certainly do have a lot of
material for many Seventh Heavens considering also the great
stuff sent to me by Abe.

This was the input from Viney and Purnima (nee Mazumdar)
Sethi from the USA:

Jakes - thanks for 004....also received 003 after some delay....

Purnima is at present in Stockholm helping her daughter
Shonaar with her 2nd baby girl Sabine (born on 15th Dec.)....
we have recently come back after a 2 month stay in India
(Oct 24th to Dec 25th)...attended the Founder's Day service
after 41 and 39 years respectively!!!!.....what an experience..
.a real "tear jerker" and highly recommended to bring home
old memories and acquaintances.....we were also there for
Diwali and did not get much sleep for 7 days due to the
fireworks.....HAPPY NEW YEAR and our very best wishes to
Annikki and the family,

Viney & Purnima

Abdul Kalam

Recently, one of you sent me an interesting enclosure:

Mr. APJ Abdul Kalaam's speech in Hyderabad. A must
read for every Indian.

I certainly take my hats off to that gentleman scientist for his
forthright views and also the touching story of how his research
helped a little girl get a lighter artificial limb.

However, consider for a moment that story and the issue of patriotism.
If we think that we are Indian, or British, or Hindu, or Muslim, or
Jew, or Arab, or Christian, or set up other man made divisions,
what we face will be turmoil and senseless violence as was
witnessed in Gujarat yesterday.

And just as I was writing this - Kashinath Dandekar sent me a link to
the Times of India article of yesterday which read:

Gujarat school trip that turned into a nightmare

ROSHNI OLIVERA

TIMES NEWS NETWORK [ FRIDAY, MARCH 01, 2002 10:58:45 PM ]

"We saw the city burning, there was smoke all over...
it was so frightening," exclaims 14-year-old Mehak Goyal,
a student of The Cathedral and John Connon school who's
just returned from her Ahmedabad trip.

Mehak and her classmates, around 140 students, were in
Ahmedabad between February 25 and 28 when the city
was severely hit by riots. Theirs was an educational trip
along with nine teachers, which turned into a nightmare.....

Many years ago when we were living in Madras, the Finnish Ambassador
wrote to Annikki saying that she had received instructions from the
Finnish Government that in case of unrest in India she would be able
to get the help of the Embassy for her evacuation from India as she
was a Finn. Annikki’s reaction was simple and straightforward - she
asked the Ambassador whether she would leave her husband and
children behind in the face of unrest just because they were not Finns!!

Many years ago the now Chief Minister of Karnataka made a speech in
the Karnataka Assembly about the “sons of the soil” policy and about
job resevation. I was forced to ask him what son of the soil was I -
my origins are from Kerala, one of my grandfathers was the Chief
Minister of Mysore during the time of the Maharaja, I was born in
Bangalore, studied the second half my schooling in Bombay, did my
University in Delhi and then studied in England, worked for the
British Government in a Research Laboratory and then moved to
Madras with a Finnish wife, two British passport holding children
and two Indian passport holding children. Which son of the soil was I?

Today, I hold an Indfian Passport, my wife, two children and one
grandchild hold Finnish passports, while another two children and
another grandchild hold British passports. Does Abdul Kalaam expect
me to pick up a gun as an Indian and kill my grandchildren just
because they were born in a different country to the one where
I was born?

Brother against brother, sister against sister, husband against wife,
son against father, daughter against mother - is that what life
is supposed to be.

Nobody dies for one’s country - one kills for it.

If we can learn to live as true Cathedxralites, as brother and
sister, respecting all people and their views and opinions, what
a wonderful place the world would be. We would have no need for
nuclear weapons or the research to kill people being conducted
by great scientists as Abdul Kalaam. I hope for that world where
Palestinians and Israelis, Arabs and Jews, Roman Catholics and
Protestants, Hindus and Muslims, would live together as
friends, as neighbours - loving their neighbours as themselves.
Then September 11th can never be repeated. But with divisions and
man made struggle for power, there will be many more September 11ths
and I do not want to wish that on my grandchildren.

Let us learn to live as true Cathedralites - in peace with each other
and not as Hindus or Muslims, Christians, Jews or Arabs, not as Indians
or Pakistanis.

And finally, I thought I would share an appropriate joke that also came
to me in today’s email:

If you can start the day without caffeine or pep pills,
If you can be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when loved ones are too busy to give you time,
If you can overlook when people take things out on you when,
through no fault of yours, something goes wrong,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,
If you can do all these things,

THEN YOU ARE PROBABLY THE FAMILY DOG

OR

THE DEAD CHICKEN!!

Jacob Matthan
1954 - 1959
Prefect 1958 - 1959
School Hackey Goalkeeper 1958 - 1959
Savage House Captain 1959

SH-Issue 2: 960505

Hi Web-surfing Cathedralites,

First and foremost let me inform you that the World Alumni Register has been prepared and part of it includes the Alumni Register for Cathedral and John Connon School in the Indian Alumni Register Section. I would suggest that you return the Letters to the Editor Section on our main page "Findians Briefings" and read the letter from Renu Mehta who is maintaining the India Alumni Register. This may, therefore, remove the need for 93er Vivek Sikri to struggle to maintain a duplicate Alumni Register He could come to an agreement with Renu to use that list for all our needs. About 20 Cathedralites had registered as of Friday 3rd May, so the rest of you just rush off and register now.

Many of you have written to me. I was especially happy to hear from 89er Akiva Elias, son of my very good friend and classmate Elijah Elias, also popularly known as Ooky. How did Elijah get his nickname Ooky?


Ooky, Rifka and me in Mumbai in 1994

The grandfather of Akiva was a senior officer in the State Bank of India and was constantly being shifted from city to city. So when Elijah arrived at Cathedral, I seem to remember it was either late in our Ninth or early Tenth standard. In the Tenth we used to have an English Essay writing competition which was called the Ookerjee Memorial Prize.

Our English teacher from 8th to 10th Standard, the late R. G. Salmon Photograph: Courtesy Mr. Salmon's son, Luke.

Elijah wrote a hilarious piece. The late Mr. R. G. Salmon, a tall Englishman who was our English teacher did an especially good job of reading out the essay to us after he announced the winner. It had us in splits of laughter for many a week. Elijah had all the wit of Wodehouse. Without any doubt he was the clean winner of the prize and earned himself the nickname Ooky - which has stuck through all these years. It also made Ooky one of us although he joined our class at such a late stage of our school lives. Plus the fact that Ooky was a good seam bowler, dedicated to the game of cricket, made him a popular addition to our class.

If I am not wrong, even his wife (Rivca) calls him Ooky when she is in the company of his classmates!

Speaking of nicknames, in this issue I want to give you the origin of mine.

We were in the Seventh Standard when our class teacher, the late Mr. W. H. Thompson (see last issue for picture) suggested we go for a Saturday picnic to a small stream about an hour and a half from Bombay (Mumbai) by suburban train at a place called Vasind. The idea appealed to many of us. It was duly arranged, the two teachers in charge of the party being PT Master the late Mr. A. G. Morecroft and Mr. Thompson.


P. T. Master Mr. A. G. Morecroft who saved my life

I was up early and had a good breakfast. I was about to drink the glass of milk which my mother had heated for me when the glass slipped from our hands and crashed to the floor. My mother was distressed, being slightly supersititious. She told me to be especially careful on this trip.

I arrived at the railway station to find all the others already there. We got on the train and had a very lively interesting journey, with Vikram Singh, one of our classmates, joining us at some station along the line.

We reached Vasind by about 8 in the morning. A trek through some fields brought us to a lovely stream with a sandy bank. As I had insisted on wearing my swimming trunks already from home, I was probably the first into the water and was splashing away having a wonderful time before any of the others even made it into the water. The river was quite shallow, about waist height, even for us small kids. I was used to river swimming as I used to swim in the backwaters of Kerala when I was just a few years old.

I had not been in the water more than a few tens of minutes when suddenly my feet gave way under me. I do not know what happened, but I think it was cramp which made me curl up as I lost all control of my body. I was drowning. I went down for the first time. When I came up I was trying to shout for help, but only taking in more water. I saw Vikram swim near me. I made a grab for him. He thought I was fooling around and let out a viscious kick. I went down for the second time. At that point I knew then I was a goner. As I came up for the third time, my thoughts were not on survival, although the body was struggling to stay alive, my mind was already tuned to death and my life of the previous 12 years rolled by me in an instant in slow motion. I saw all the highlights of my life and in my mind I thanked my parents for all that they had done for me. I went down for the last time looking at the shore which seemed miles away, and I knew my life was over as I blacked out. I was not in pain or mentally distressed at that point of time.

I awoke some time later. Sand was sticking all over me. Someone was pounding my chest. Water was gushing out of the side of my mouth.

It appeared that Mr. Morecroft had seen me going down for the second time. He had been able to get me out just after my third submersion. Artificial respiration of about 20 minutes had got me going again. When I looked up I could see the worried faces of all my friends looking down at me, but beyond them I saw the bright blue sky. As they saw my open eyes a sigh of relief passed through all of them.

It was a painful time while they pumped out all the water from inside me. But both Mr. Thompson and Mr. Morecroft were well versed in life-saving techniques, and I think both of them thanked the day when they had taken the trouble to learn these life-saving techniques. In about half-an-hour, they had me going and they asked whether I wanted to be rushed to the hospital.

Seeing all my friends were still standing around looking worried, I knew I would ruin their day if I opted for this. Despite my insides being raw, I declined. I asked them to prop me up in the shade of some trees while they went about swimming and enjoying themselves.

I can remember that day as clear as crystal, as although I was not running around and jumping and playing with them, I was thanking God for saving me from the jaws of death.

Seeing how I had been dragged out of the water, held upside down by my legs before they started artificial respiration and my very drawn and pale face as I lay there while having our midday sandwiches, I was not able to eat as my throat was raw, Viney Sethi (Palmer House Captain 1959) commented that Jakes looked like a "Dead Chicken" - and that nickname remained mine for many a year!


Arvind, Viney and myself holidaying in Mousoori in 1960

I was a resurrected Dead Chicken - and that was fine. I remember my friends and especially these two fine schoolmasters, Mr. Thompson and Mr. Morecroft all the time as I have got this far in life only because they were prepared in an emergency.

More true life stories from Cathedral School in a fortnight, so till then

Yours sincerely,
Jacob Matthan
Savage House Captain 1959
Oulu, Finland