Summer Times, May 2011 - Old Scarborians

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Tene Propositum 

SUMMER TIMES 

The Journal of the 

Old Scarborians’ Association 

Members of the Association are former pupils 

and members of staff of 

Scarborough High School for Boys 

Volume 61– May 2011 

Old Scarborians’ Association 

Web address: http://oldscarborians.org 

Price £3.00

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DO YOU STILL WANT TO RECEIVE SUMMER TIMES 

EXTRACT FROM PRESIDENT’S REPORT PAGE 5 

.”..only 56% of the membership have returned the update 

form enclosed with the previous issue... this leaves approximately 

250 who have not responded. Regrettably, we must 

set a final date for responses and it is felt that if we have not 

heard from you by 30th September this year – the press date 

for the next issue – this will have to be the last issue of the 

magazine you receive. Another copy of the update form is enclosed 

and I look forward to receiving this back, preferably 

with a donation towards the production of future issues of 

Summer Times.” 

EVENTS DIARY 2011/12 

GOLF (See page 6) 

DOCTOR MEADLEY CUP -Thursday 5th May 2011 

TA SMITH STABLEFORD-1400 hrs Thursday 21st July 2011 

BOWLS (See page 7) 

This year’s Crown Green Bowls tournament is to be held on Friday 26 th 

August 0930 hours at Borough Bowling Club, Manor Road, 

Scarborough. 

ANNUAL CHRISTMAS DINNER 2011 

Friday, 2nd December 2010, at 7pm for 8pm. To be held at SRUFC, 

Scalby Road, Scarborough. (The new club premises are between Scalby 

and Burniston on the right hand side of the road after leaving Scalby 

village) Price £25 which includes wine. All Members are welcome. 

Please use the enclosed form and book as soon as possible. Contact 

Mick Bowman with any queries, 01287 634650. 

OSA TIES— New style Association ties are available at £10. Please 

send your order accompanied by a cheque to the Treasurer. For new 

members please send £20 together with your membership application. 

Send items for the next Summer Times to Peter Newham, (address on page 2), 

as soon as possible please, but to reach him by 15th September 2011. 

Items sent by e‐mail are of great help, otherwise please type or write your letter 

and mail it on to him.

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CONTENTS 

1. Events Diary 

2. Contents/ Committee Contacts 

4. Editorial 

5. Officer’s Reports 

6. Sporting Events 

9. From Here & There 

24. Obituaries 

32. Sounds of the Sixties 

35. Ruminations of the 1946 intake 

36. Added value 

37. Dinner et al 

39. First Torridan Camp 1954 

40. Arosa/Innsbruck Camp 1959 

42. Who are they 

42. Scarborough’s Heroes 

43. Geoff Winn 

45. Westwood 

46. David Fowler 

48. Whither the Future 

49. Friends for Life 

53. Norway Camp 1954 

55. Trivia 

We regret that because of lack of space 

some items have had to be held over 

until the next issue. 

SUMMER TIMES 

PRODUCTION: 

EDITOR 

Peter Newham 

‘Badger’s Rise’ 

8 Southcrest 

Hunsbury Hill 

Northampton NN4 9UD 

Tel: 01604 767895 

E‐mail: the.newhams@btinternet.com 

DESIGN & LAYOUT 

David Fowler 

Farthings Publishing 

8 Christine House 

1 Avenue Victoria 

Scarborough. YO11 2QB 

Tel: 01723 365448 

E‐mail: dgfowler@farthings.org.uk 

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EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE 

2009/10 

PRESIDENT & MEMBERSHIP 

SECRETARY 

Geoff Winn 

‘Kingfishers 

5 Beech Court 

North Street, 

Scalby, 

Scarborough, YO13 0RU 

Tel: 01723 362414 

E‐mail: Winn.geoff@talk21.com 

VICE-PRESIDENT 

William (Bill) Temple 

305A Scalby road, 

Newby 

Scarborough YO12 6TF 

Tel: 01723 362584 

William.temple@btopenworld.com 

IMMEDIATE PAST 

PRESIDENT & TREASURER 

Chris Found 

Pinewood Cottage 

Silpho 

Scarborough North Yorkshire. 

YO13 0JP 

Tel: 01723 882343 

E‐mail: deefound@btinternet.com

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SECRETARY 

Mick Bowman 

9 Ilkley Grove 

Guisborough 

Cleveland TS14 8LLTel: 01287 634650 

Email: mjwb@supanet.com 

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COMMITTEE: 

ARCHIVIST 

Peter Robson 

Forge Villa 

High Street 

Ebberston 

North Yorkshire. YO13 9PA 

Tel: 01723 859335 

E‐mail: Peter.Robson@btinternet.com 

INDEPENDENT REVIEWERS 

Peter Berry 01723 362633 

Alan Thraves 01723 360851 

MAGAZINE ADVERTISING 

Chris Found 

Pinewood Cottage 

Silpho 

Scarborough North Yorkshire. YO13 

0JP 

Tel: 01723 882343 

E‐mail: deefound@btinternet.com 

PRESS & PUBLICITY 

Maurice Johnson 

Cottage Farm 

Foxholes, Driffield YO25 3QF 

Tel: 01262 470272 

E‐mail: dairymagic@aol.com 

SPORTING EVENTS - GOLF 

John Brinkler 

20 Barmoor Close 

Scalby 

Scarborough YO13 0RZ 

Tel: 01723 362665 

E‐mail: jovalbrinkler@gmail.com 

SUMMER TIMES EDITOR 

Peter Newham 

‘Badger’s Rise’ 

8 Southcrest 

Hunsbury Hill 

Northampton NN4 9UD 

Tel: 01604 767895 

E‐mail: the.newhams@btinternet.com 

WEB SITE MANAGER 

http://oldscarborians.org 

Bill Potts 

1848 Hidden Hills Drive 

Roseville 

California 95661‐5804 USA 

Tel: +001 916 773‐3865 

E‐mail: osa@wfpconsulting.com 

Howard Acklam 01723 584061 

Colin Adamson 01723 364373 

Ron Gledhill 01723 362644 

Don Graham 01723 850177 

Mick Peart 01723 864164 

HONORARY LIFE VICE- 

PRESIDENTS 

Frank Bamforth 01723 364432 

David Fowler 01723 365448 

Doug Owen 01723 360960 

Peter Robson 01723 859335

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EDITORIAL 

My 10 years membership 

of the Association 

has 

brought it very 

much home to me 

how much the future 

is rooted in the 

past, and, although 

it is becoming increasingly distant , 

how much we and our succeeding 

generations are the product of this 

history ‐‐ Henry Ford was wrong in 

claiming that History is bunk. Lest this 

sounds too pretentious, the Association, 

the Magazine, the dinner and the 

contacts do now give us, through the 

mists of time, a wider and clearer view 

of the School, the teachers, the education, 

and of our contemporaries then 

was obvious within the narrow cocoon 

of our immediate form‐ mates and 

personal friends at the time, and this 

does have a wider and more perceptive 

value even forty or fifty years on. 

In the context of the Magazine, 

whilst I have previously used the analogy 

of juggling in connection with the 

balancing act so ably performed by 

David Fowler on its layout, the same 

is perhaps also true of the Editorship, 

trying to strike a balance between optimism 

and my innate pessimism as to 

whether enough contributions will be 

received to generate a viable and interesting 

issue for Members each time. As 

if this is not enough, we have been 

constantly looking over our shoulder 

as our diminishing finances have 

raised the spectre of inadequate funding 

to ensure its survival . 

But pessimism does not rule OK, ‐‐ 

we are not moribund yet, and in fact it 

is almost unbelievable that 38 years 

after the closure of the School, the Association, 

though creaking a little, can 

still (to mix metaphors) hold its head 

above water, and the spirit of comradeship 

and continuity still remains, 

and even attracts new Members. 

Technology also moves on apace, 

and whilst it does greatly facilitate the 

production of Summer Times, rather 

regrettably for the more backward 

among us, such as yours truly, the 

unwelcome need for a new computer 

and the even more unwelcome substitution 

of Windows 7 resulted in the 

loss (albeit temporary) of one or two 

contributions to the last issue. They 

have however been retrieved and are 

resurfacing in this issue, with apologies 

to those concerned. 

It is very pleasing that the recent 

appeal for funds has brought not only 

generous financial contributions from 

Members but also, and at the very last 

minute for this issue, a welcome plethora 

of material for the Magazine, particularly 

from some of the Members 

from the 1960’s until the closure of the 

School, and it is hoped that this will 

continue — Westwood has its place in 

history, but Woodlands also had its 

moments, which should be celebrated, 

particularly as the “younger” members 

are the future of the Association, 

‐‐ so keep up the material and the 

good work! 

Peter Newham (1954-61) 

Editor

PRESIDENTIAL & 

MEMBERSHIP 

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In my first report 

as your President, it 

is pleasing to start 

with some extremely 

good news. The appeal 

in the last issue 

of Summer Times 

has proved to be a 

great success and so far over £7,000 

has been received in donations. The 

Committee are extremely grateful to 

all those members who have contributed 

and this ensures the future of our 

half yearly magazine for at least another 

five years. 

On the other hand, wearing my 

membership secretarial hat, the bad 

news is that only 56% of the membership 

have returned the update form 

enclosed with the previous issue. I 

appreciate that members who joined in 

say 2009 and 2010 can be added to this 

number as your details are probably 

up to date, but this still leaves approximately 

250 who have not responded. 

Regrettably, we must set a final date 

for responses and it is felt that if we 

have not heard from you by 30 September 

this year – the going to press 

date for the next issue – this will have 

to be the last issue of the magazine you 

receive. Another copy of the update 

form is enclosed and I look forward to 

receiving this back, preferably with a 

donation towards the production of 

future issues of Summer Times. 

The 2010 AGM had to be postponed 

from the original date because 

of the horrendous weather in November. 

It was eventually held on the same 

night as the Christmas Dinner. I am 

pleased to report that Bill Temple was 

elected as Vice President to take over 

from me in 2012 – sorry three accountants 

in row! 

The Christmas dinner at the Rugby 

Club was again a great success with 

over 100 booked despite the continuing 

bad weather which prevented a 

few from attending. The Committee 

had taken note of the views of members 

that they did not want more than 

one speaker on the evening and so the 

only person who had a say was me. 

However, there are still a few members 

who told me that they thought a 

GOOD speaker would always be acceptable 

and so the Committee will 

have to discuss this. I left at 11.30 pm 

and reminiscences were still being 

swapped in the bar by a goodly number. 

By the time you read this, The London 

Lunch will have been held at the 

RAF Club. The numbers this year appear 

to be slightly down on last year, 

but I am sure it will have been the 

usual enjoyable event. 

Geoff Winn (1949-56) 

President 

SECRETARIAL 

Yet again can I 

thank all the OSA 

members who have 

worked so hard 

keeping events going. 

I hope the 

membership appreciates 

how many

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people are involved. 

Can I ask that whenever you book 

for an event will you always include 

your e‐mail address, (or telephone 

number if you do not use a computer) 

and the year you started school. Please 

note that, in future, bookings will only 

be taken when accompanied by the 

relevant payment. 

Mick Bowman (1954-61) 

TREASURIAL 

The appeal for donations 

which was 

made in the Autumn 

2010 edition of Summer 

Times proved a 

great success and an 

amount in excess of 

£7,300 was received 

with further small amounts still trickling 

in. I wish to thank all those who 

have donated so generously and this 

will enable your Association to carry 

on for several more years. I think that 

this response reflects the affection that 

many of us still feel for the old School 

despite the passing of so many years. 

At present we have £10,423 in the 

bank of which £1,375 relates to advance 

payments for the London Lunch 

in March. Geoff Winn is doing a great 

job in unearthing new members, we 

managed to make a small profit on the 

Christmas Dinner and ties are still 

selling well. 

In all the Association is in good 

financial shape. 

Chris Found (1951-59) 

ARCHIVIST’S REPORT 

We continue to receive 

contributions from 

members and their 

families. Recently we 

had a set of professional 

photographs of 

the School and some 

of the classrooms (hall, gym and 

woodwork room), Clearly these were 

taken for a publicity booklet. I would 

guess they were taken in the early 

twenties since a young Brad is featured 

in the photo of the gym. In addition 

we have answered requests for 

information and to date have been 

able to meet our Members’ needs. So 

if you have any SBHS material that 

you want to get rid of, we’ll take it. 

Peter Robson (1945-53) 

SPORTING EVENTS 

2011 

GOLF 

21st July 2011 

DOCTOR 

MEADLEY CUP 

Thursday 5th May 

2011 

TA SMITH 

STABLEFORD 

1400 hrs Thursday 

Please advise me if you wish to play in 

either. 

John Brinkler (1950-58)

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BOWLS 

2011 Crown Green Bowls 

Competition 

This year’s tournament is to be 

held on Friday 26 th August 0930 hours 

at Borough Bowling Club, Manor 

Road, Scarborough. A possible change 

of format is being considered in that 

we may run it as a pairs competition. 

Assuming that the draw is seeded so 

that experienced players are paired 

with novice players, then this will give 

every participant the chance of being 

in the winning pair. A plate competition 

will still be held. An entry form 

will be sent to all previous entrants 

and anybody expressing interest. 

Please contact Chris Found on Scarborough 

882343. 

Chris Found (1951-59) 

WEBMASTER’S REPORT 

In the last issue of 

Summer Times, I foolishly 

promised a much 

longer report this time 

around. Well, it is at 

least somewhat longer. 

On January 12, Old 

Scarborian Michael 

Kemp posted a message to the Discussion 

Forum, opening with the plaintive, 

“Is there anybody there, by the 

way” 

The intent of the Discussion Forum 

is, of course, to facilitate communication 

among Old Scarborians about 

topics of mutual interest (including 

indulging in some nostalgia). We’ve 

had some die‐hards over the past few 

years, whose interest, at least for a 

time, was exemplified by their frequent 

and often verbose posts. 

Our other recent poster is Peter 

Wellburn, with his timely comments 

on the newly published Sown with 

Corn, in which Michael Rines has presented 

to the world Frank Binder’s 

fascinating and semi‐autobiographical 

(possibly wholly autobiographical) 

account of life in the Germany of the 

1930s. I wonder if anyone else has acquired 

the book. It would certainly be 

instructive to see other opinions, even 

if they’re no more than a collective 

expression of enthusiasm for the brilliance 

of the man who should be remembered 

for more than just “You’re 

chess ganged, huh!” 

If you do finally register to use the 

Discussion Forum, please remember 

my former admonition to use your full 

real name (as in David Fowler, for example—including 

the space) and not 

some obscure pseudonym. Something 

like a hundred interlopers per day are 

attempting to register (usually to post 

links to porn or to nostrums purporting 

to cure erectile dysfunction). I can 

remove them fairly rapidly in blocks of 

fifteen, recognizing them by their very 

creative pseudonyms, coupled with 

sometimes unlikely‐looking email addresses. 

I look in vain for those I can 

approve, which would be the obviously 

bona fide Old Scabs (whether or 

not they are formally members of the 

Association) and others who may have 

a genuine interest in engaging us in 

dialogue. 

Finally, I did promise, in the last 

issue, to provide some information on

the late Malou Ziller (French assistante 

extraordinaire). In my many boxes of 

both junk and interesting items, I have 

yet to come across the letters she wrote 

to me. (My letters to her are on my 

computer.) When I do find them, I’ll 

get to work on the project. 

Bill Potts (1946–55) 

Webmaster 

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THE SCARBOROUGH 

DINNER 

For some expatriates, myself included, 

the Annual Dinner represents the one 

visit to my home town in a year, and 

the opportunity to see the contrasts 

between the town as we remember it 

from schooldays and the present, 

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which perhaps, given the passage of 

time, are not as great as they might be! 

This passage of time rolls back even 

more easily at the Dinner itself – perhaps 

we may not be instantly recognizable 

as we then were, but oiled by 

good food, company (and dare I say it 

– drink! ) it is good to renew the contacts 

again, though we may be a 

gradually diminishing band! 

This year was no exception, albeit 

that the weather, which had conspired 

against us last year with Scarborough 

snow, sleet and ice sent to try us in a 

major way, was again snowy but passable, 

and attendance was 

high ,with over 90 there. It was particularly 

good to record that over 20 of 

those present were “young” members 

from the 1960’s helping to perpetuate

oth the Association, and, with the 

success of the Appeal, the Magazine. 

The company celebrated the appointment, 

earlier that day, of Geoff 

Winn as President, with Bill Temple 

as Vice‐ President, and Geoff addressed 

us on the events within the 

Association, recording the regrettable 

losses of Members, new recruits , and 

the success of the recent appeal in respect 

of the Magazine, which, provided 

letters and articles continue, 

should ensure its survival into the future. 

A trailer for the very worthwhile 

London lunch was then followed by a 

perhaps slightly premature plug for 

the annual Dinner next year! 

The company, camaraderie and 

stories, scatological and otherwise, 

were up to the usual high standard 

and a most enjoyable time was had by 

all, giving the opportunity to renew 

old friendships and well justify a return 

to the town, even by us foreigners 

from elsewhere! 

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FROM HERE & THERE 

Clive Roberts (1954-1959 

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I recall saying in the 

previous piece that I 

wrote that I was neither 

a sportsman nor 

an academic. My happiest 

days at school 

were spent in the 

woodwork or metalwork 

shop. I also enjoyed art, engineering 

drawing and music; in fact I 

recall that Arthur Costain remarked 

that Froggy Wright and I were his best 

castanet players! 

Keith Dutton was the woodwork 

master and John Perry took the metalwork 

classes. As my father was a 

joiner I was expected to pursue woodwork 

but in fact when the choice had 

to be made I opted for metalwork and 

I really took to it. 

On reflection it seems amazing that 

no serious injuries occurred, particularly 

when boys were carrying red hot 

pieces of metal in tongs from the forge 

to the anvil. Fortunately no one got 

branded; although some left their 

work in the forge too long and when 

taken out all that remained was a dripping 

piece of white hot metal! 

I recall the odd cut finger and one 

lad started the lathe with the chuck 

key still in place. It flew across the 

workshop fortunately not hitting anyone 

on the way. The Health and Safety 

Executive would have been mortified 

at the practices that went on. These 

days the production of risk assessments 

and method statements would 

have put an end to all the things that 

we enjoyed doing. I’m quite proud of 

the fact that I still have all the pieces 

that I made. 

My aversion to games, namely 

rugby and cricket, was shared by a 

few, but we were very much in the 

minority. I enjoyed running which 

was something I continued to do for 

many years until creaking joints put an 

end to that. I also enjoyed P.E. and in 

fact still regularly attend a local gym. 

So, after trekking up to Oliver’s Mount

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on games afternoons it became apparent 

that no one took a roll call to check 

if all were present. It seemed like a 

good idea to find more interesting 

things to do. In winter I used to ride 

my bike to a pal’s house and go shooting 

in the country which was great 

sport. Warm summer afternoons were 

spent swimming in Scalby Beck. Others 

soon learnt of this and one hot day several 

other class members turned up to 

join in the unofficial swimming. Of 

course this raised questions at Oliver’s 

Mount and the following morning all 

the names of those absent were called 

out and we were all taken for questioning. 

I recall Joey saying “Yer all bad 

lads!” 

The punishment was not to be detentions, 

but was to be physical and 

dealt out swiftly. We were all to report 

to the gymnasium after school for a 

very demanding session. 

At that the P.E. master was fairly 

new to the post, a tall fair haired chap – 

was he called Jameson or Jamieson ( 

Ed. ‐Jamieson) I can’t recall exactly what 

we were made to do, but it involved a 

lot of running, jumping, skipping and 

rope climbing. The last form of torture 

was to hang by our arms from the wall 

bars for as long as we were physically 

able. After a few minutes there was a 

loud thud and Richard, whose body 

mass exceeded his arm strength, collapsed 

to the floor in a shuddering 

heap! One by one we fell to the floor 

with trembling limbs and finally we 

were allowed to get showered and 

changed. None of us ever skipped off 

games afternoons again! 

David Eade (1955-60) 

writes…. 

It was a disappointment 

to read in Autumn’s 

ʺSummer 

Timesʺ Staff Register V 

that this ʺis perhaps 

likely to be the final outing 

under this heading...”.given 

many of the 

Masters had short term appointments or 

their presence was otherwise transitory and 

is unlikely to be recalled”. On the contrary, 

several Masters served for quite 

long periods during the 60ʹs and early 

70ʹs which, though they were the last 

years of the SBHS, were, for a substantial 

number of Old Boys, the length of 

their secondary school days. For example, 

John Oxley and Barry 

Beanland served around seven or eight 

years and in Barryʹs case he went on to 

complete the whole of his remaining 

career at one of the Schoolʹs successor 

institutions. In addition a new group 

of staff arose comprising Old Boys 

who, like Bill Redman, Norman Hopkin 

and Stuart Marriott for example, as 

well as others, returned to the School to 

work as teachers. Their presence was 

more than transitory and is recalled 

with respect, pleasure and thankfulness 

by the many who gained from them as 

their pupils. The Old Boys and Staff 

from this period deserve full recognition 

and not what some might feel is a 

brief and a rather cursory dismissal. 

Indeed in ʺSummer Timesʺ there have 

been several appeals to Old Boys from 

these closing decades to get involved in 

the Association and its activities.

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Attached is a summary of John Oxleyʹs 

career and influence in the hope that if 

you publish it this will spur others to 

send you their recollections of Staff of 

this period. These memories could act 

as a replacement for the Register. 

Ed. Many thanks for the contribution, and 

I stand corrected on the position in respect 

of staff in the final years!! The trouble is 

that, it being ”after my time”, my only 

source is the official Staff Register ‐which 

appears to have become much more truncated 

and not of much use in the Sixties, 

and, until this issue, I have, despite strenuous 

efforts, been unable to extort much 

material from other Members of this period. 

A good flow has however started, and 

given that this is the future of the Association, 

it is hoped that it will continue. 

John Oxley 

John Oxley taught PE 

and Maths at the School 

from 1960 to 1966. 

With Roy James, then 

the Head of PE, he was 

responsible for coaching 

what is generally agreed 

to be the finest 1st XV, 

under the captaincy of Norman “Cannon” 

Hopkin, that the School ever fielded. 

John was educated at Thornes House 

Grammar in Wakefield and then did 

National Service in the RAF before 

completing his teacher training at 

Worcester College. Subsequently, he 

went to Carnegie College in Leeds for a 

year specialising in PE and Sport before 

joining the staff at Scarborough Boys 

High School in 1960. 

John was a popular teacher, well liked 

by both pupils and colleagues, and he 

was an outstanding sportsman, expert 

in several games but particularly so in 

rugby and cricket. He was a mainstay 

at centre and sometimes fly half for the 

successful Scarborough Rugby Club 

sides of the 60’s. He was regarded by 

many as one of the finest uncapped 

players of his generation and there is 

no doubt that 

in an era when the crash‐ball centres 

were beginning to be seen as the way 

forward for English rugby, John’s size 

meant that his other skills were overlooked. 

However, those skills, along with his 

empathetic and patient teaching approach, 

meant that many of the pupils 

whom he taught in both Mathematics 

and Sports gained a great deal from his 

lessons. Some of 

the most successful and famous players 

to come from the school, people such as 

Geoff Dowson, Colin Rennard, Dave 

Hoyland and Keith Poskitt, testify to 

the important role he had in their sporting 

careers. It was not only rugby 

players who gained from his work, as 

others such as Alan Kay and Johnny 

Taylor would agree. 

As previously mentioned John was also 

well known for his prowess as a cricketer, 

batting, in particular, for the 

Scalby team for many years, and this 

was another sport in which he had a 

major influence on pupils, some of 

whom meet him every year at the 

Cricket Club Festival. 

In 1966 John left the High School to 

follow a post‐graduate course at Leeds

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University after which he taught at St 

John’s College, York, before moving to 

Bradford College and gaining an MSc 

from Bradford University. John then 

became a specialist PE and Sports adviser 

for Kirklees before becoming an 

HMI and finally an OFSTED Inspector. 

He is an active member of the Old 

Scarborians and regularly attends the 

Annual Dinner, hoping to see more 

pupils from his time at the School becoming 

members of the Association. 

Mick Peart (1954-61) 

writes… 

Page 51 Vol.60 ‐‐ 

Peter George ʺChicoʺ 

Hampton ‐ ”....rather 

strange bubble type 

car/ tinny 2CV” 

As I recall as a first 

year in 1954, Chico 

came to school in a 

Bond mini car with three wheels. 

This was an aluminium tub‐ type 

body, two wheels at the back, with a 

wheel at the front and a Villiers motorbike 

engine driving the front wheel. 

It had no reverse gear but the front 

wheel could be turned through about 

300 degrees so it could turn in its own 

length. It weighed less than five cwt. 

The Sixth formersʹ favourite trick was 

to carry it to the corner of the car park 

and park it with its nose in the corner 

of the two walls! It was affectionately 

known as ʺChicoʹs Chariot.ʺ It would 

now be very collectable. (The following 

rather nostalgic 1956 Advert for the 

very vehicle may prompt memories of 

a mode of propulsion which is perhaps 

better left in the past!) 

Incidentally, on the same page, 

James Gilmour rode to School on a 

very early Lambretta scooter. It had no 

body work and you could see the engine 

and all the workings. Again these 

are now very rare and collectable. 

Tom Pindar (1936-46) 

writes... 

I think you are 

doing a good job 

with Summer 

Times and hope 

you will realise this 

is appreciated. 

Over the years one 

has got used to a 

certain style of content and sometimes 

a fresh article by a fresh author seems

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very like one from the past, i.e. the 

same memories of the same teachers 

but with a different cast, depending on 

the years at School of the Author. 

I am not sure how to achieve it as 

people, save for the very insensitive, 

are diffident about writing of their 

own career, of successes and failures 

and the like, but, as we are, it is almost 

as if our Magazine’s content is like a 

Schoolboy book — nothing much happens 

after leaving! Of course we get 

lots about moving and marriage but 

I’d love to know a bit more about how 

the School made people develop values 

and skills and involvements in 

later life. 

Maybe you set a task to a few of us 

to interview someone else and do a 

sort of biographical story I am sure 

there are fascinating people and stories 

and that some, both of high and low 

achievers, would tickle the readers 

fancy. Just a thought! 

John Boynton 

(1942-8) writes… 

Since I belatedly got in touch a 

couple of years ago, I have read 

ʹSummer Timesʹ with great interest 

and marvelled at the recall of its contributors. 

Often I have been tempted 

to send something to you but have 

realized that much better material 

was coming your way. However, as I 

would very much like a copy of 

Frank Binderʹs novel, I think it is 

time for me to contribute something. 

I spent over 5 years at SBHS, the 

first two being in Prep A and B, leaving 

in the October of 4L. When Scarborough 

was incorporated in the 

North Riding my father was promoted 

to Northallerton and I spent 

the next five years in the two form 

entry co‐educational grammar school 

there: a broader experience but not 

always at the level of SBHS. This did 

enable me to play cricket for the 1 st XI 

and be in School plays which probably 

would not have happened if I 

had stayed at SBHS. Experience in 

acting is valuable in any large organisation! 

It is to SBHS that I owe much of 

my professional development and in 

particular to Mr Brown for French 

and Mr Stoddard for Maths. Mr 

Brown taught French by the direct 

method and gave us objectives that 

lasted: that we should visit the beautiful 

places in France, and never in 

our French be taken for an Englishman. 

Mr Stoddardʹs enthusiasm and 

vigour made Maths an open book... 

The grounding they gave me took 

me to Leeds University and enabled 

me to have a 30 year career in Michelin 

working in France, Canada and 

the U.K. in a range of manufacturing 

activities. ʹTene Propositumʹ was a 

motto which my French bosses appreciated. 

(The British said ʹbloodyminded 

Yorkshiremanʹ which I told 

them was high praise indeed.) 

The last time I saw Mr Brown 

was at the Wrea Head course, ʹFrench 

for Sixth Formsʹ, in 1951. The photo 

annexed shows Messieurs Richardson, 

Howden and Barnes standing at 

ease. there . I cannot remember the 

course, but two events were forma‐

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tive. A County organiser had warmly 

recommended a pre‐breakfast swim in 

the Wrea Head pool, two of us went 

and were sorting out the weeds from 

the green slime when suddenly he 

appeared stark naked on the diving 

board above our heads. This came as 

quite a surprise and we got out of 

there as quickly as possible. On the 

last night a show was organised. I 

volunteered to sing. My voice had 

broken but I still had my soprano 

range and remembering Atkinson 

singing Little Buttercup, proposed a 

humorous ʹNymphs and Shepherdsʹ. 

They dressed me in a sheet, two rolled 

socks and a head scarf. The subsequent 

close attention from the odd 

Frenchman was unexpected and I 

vanished PDQ, locking the door and 

only re‐appearing when unrecognisably 

normal. 

The Leeds University French 

course had the option of spending a 

term in France as a student and a year 

as a teacher which certainly corresponded 

to Mr Brownʹs objective. 

France then was still recovering from 

Occupation and Liberation, disposable 

income had not been invented, 

and those of us who took that option 

learnt to live off very little and flexibly, 

but found remarkable comradeship 

and joie de vivre. From Aix we 

hitch‐hiked to Monaco for the Grand 

Prix (Ascari went in the harbour in 

front of us), and to Le Mans (we were 

nowhere near the accident). 

As a teacher in Montpellier I was 

housed in a very old monastery. I 

celebrated Trafalgar Day musically at 

breakfast even though there was one 

of me and a lot of them. After breakfast 

a French ex‐Para tossed a practice 

grenade into my stone room blasting 

everything, including me, with chalk, 

and was amazed when I boobytrapped 

his equally porous room with 

a bakerʹs dozen of stink bombs. We 

have been great friends ever since, 

and contact each other daily by email. 

Contrary to their image in Britain, 

French morality was high and their 

attitude serious, which made things 

much simpler. Michelin also had this 

approach. 

Montpellier is a regional capital 

and had its own theatre and opera. A 

subscription in the gods (ʹle paradisʹ) 

with student reduction was affordable 

and I took advantage to see all the 

usual operas and then some. Performances 

could be uproariously bad, ʹle 

paradisʹ could behave like a music hall 

audience, and while anything I have 

seen since has better performed, the 

atmosphere has never been that 

funny. Stuff for a pub evening! 

There are of course other teachers 

who remain in my memory. Mr Bradley 

kept strict discipline, helpful to the 

smallest in his class. Mr Francis who 

explained that boys thought he was 

old because of the hair which grew 

vigorously out of his ears (I think of 

him weekly). Mr Freeman, whose 

house was strafed by a German plane 

and whose shoulder injuries kept him 

away for three months, Mr Ellis 

whose enthusiasm for Latin and ʹActa 

Diurnaʹ complemented my French. Mr 

Costain who explained what castrati 

singers were, ‐ a warning for us all. 

Mr Richardson who took us to learn 

to swim in the South Bay pool; he 

stayed dressed, in our knitted woollen

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swimming costumes we froze and 

encountered for the first time the 

retraction of what we held dear. Mr 

Wallhead, a marvellous woodwork 

teacher ‐ we still use the stool. 

One pupil you mention was our 

hero: Ted Lester. He did score a century 

in each innings in a Roses 

match, but there was a newspaper 

strike then and I have never seen it 

mentioned. I did see Bradmanʹs Australians 

at the Cricket Festival, and 

Lindwall bowl Len Hutton with a 

fast break back. I still have my photos 

of their fields. Naturally I have 

not heard of many other pupils. 

Roger Dunkley was an athlete at 

international level. I saw Gordon 

Bielby once at Leeds. In Nova Scotia 

(95% pine forest), the son of James 

Beale the outfitter phoned 

me,though he may not have been at 

SBHS; a ʹDr Livingston I presumeʹ encounter 

for us both. 

You mention Norman Gallagher. 

Before joining Michelin, I was a 

French teacher in Holloway Comprehensive 

School in London (very resourceful 

lads in a difficult environment) 

and then at the City of Bath 

Boysʹ School (comfortable lads in 

more rural calm.) It was there that 

Norman brought me up to date on 

SBHS matters. Various events come 

to mind. In Prep B, the boy who said 

he had made a bomb and attempted 

to set it off under Valley Bridge ‐ we 

watched with interest but it didnʹt go 

off. The group of us who always 

came down from Oliverʹs Mount the 

back way (not Mere hairpin) without 

using brakes ‐ that third corner is still 

difficult. And Oliverʹs Mount races: 

my family were ardent supporters. 

My mother asked to be taken round 

it as a pillion passenger on a racing 

motorcycle for her ninetieth birthday 

present but we couldnʹt get permission. 

As you can see, the influence of 

SBHS, and especially Messrs Brown 

and Stoddard has remained strong. 

When I came out of National Service 

(Aden five times, the Gulf twice), I 

was in need of an injection of civilisation 

and went to live in London 

where I met my wife, a Germanspeaking 

Swiss. As you probably 

know, the Swiss German dialects are 

many and varied as are the local customs 

and I feel that Mr. Brown might 

be satisfied with the fascinating fifty 

years I have spent trying to understand 

them by radar (even the Germans 

cannot understand them, 

which the Swiss maliciously enjoy.) 

We knew quite a few people in London 

with the same sort of experience 

as Frank Binder, having got out of 

Germany in 1933 leaving their families 

who were exterminated. And 

“Old Stodʹs method of factorisation” 

will be very helpful to a neighbourʹs 

son who has urgently to improve his 

grade in Maths! 

Guy (Frank) Barnish 

(1955-61) writes….. 

The camping picture is our tent group 

(next page) on the Austro‐Swiss Camp 

during July‐August 1959.

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Seated from left 

to right are: 

“Jumbo” Jarvis; 

Mick Bowman; 

John Storey; 

Guy Barnish; 

Ken Short. Ost 

(haven’t remembered 

his first 

name) was also in the tent, but he 

took the photo! 

The following article from the Scarborough 

Mercury was on the front page of 

the 23 October 1969 Edition, and is 

self‐explanatory. 

“The Mercury leads to strange encounter 

— The Mercury has brought 

about a chance meeting in St Lucia, West 

Indies of two former pupils at the Scarborough 

High School for Boys. Scarborough 

men Frank Barnish and Colin Mann had 

not seen each other since 1961 when they 

left Scarborough to go their own ways. 

Mr. Barnish ,who works for the Rockefeller 

Foundation in New York as a research 

biologist in St Lucia, was working 

in Castries Harbour when he was offered a 

copy of the Mercury by a ships officer who 

knew he was a Yorkshireman. 

Naturally, Mr Barnish wondered 

where the Mercury had come from and 

was told that Mr. Mann, third engineer of 

the cable ship Stanley Angwin, got them 

regularly... The coincidence seemed too 

good to be true, but true it was and a meeting 

was soon arranged. 

Mr Mann, who when at home lives at 

7 Victoria Parade Scarborough left the 

High School in 1958 and after serving in 

oil tankers, cross‐channel passenger car 

ferries and cargo ships joined his present 

cable ship. 

Mr Barnish left the High School 

in1961 and was awarded a Kingsley Fairbridge 

Memorial Scholarship to the University 

of Rhodesia and Nyasaland where 

he obtained a B.Sc (hons) London degree.

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He was employed by the Rhodesian Government 

Ministry of Health until July this 

year as a scientific research officer on 

tropical diseases.” 

Mike Mulvana (Mully) 

(1962 -1969) 

writes… 

The prologue to memories of the 

Boys High School at Woodlands is 

frequently overlooked. The eleven plus 

is where things start. One Saturday 

morning, my Dad came into my bedroom 

with a spring in his step and a 

letter in his hand and its content 

changed my world. I passed the 

Eleven Plus. Social mobility was born! 

I ran around to Dave Ward’s 

house, my best friend from St Peters 

RC School, and his postman had not 

been yet! What a blunder! You should 

have seen his Mum’s face. At some 

time Dave got his pass result as well. 

That summer was all anticipation and 

preparation. Within a week of the results 

I saw a boy of my age pass by 

(Downie) in full grey jumper and 

shirt, black blazer with red piping, red 

and black tie and school cap. He was 

very proud but at that age you can 

grow inches in a decent summer. 

My uniform purchase was left until 

the last minute. It had to last! Not 

James Beal for me but a cheaper shop 

further along Aberdeen Walk. 

Why did we need so much sports 

kit Did nobody know I couldn’t kick 

or throw a ball, cannot run or jump. 

The gym shorts were hopelessly baggy 

with no functionality for a boy of my 

build as I would find out. The new 

first‐formers started an hour later than 

the rest of the school on the first day 

and I was setting off alone as Dave 

Ward and his family went off to Malta 

for a three year tour of duty with 

GCHQ. 

I stepped out to the bus stop on 

Westway and there, gathered around, 

was a bunch of faces that I had seen 

before, passing in the street, all from 

Braeburn and Overdale. The uniforms 

were practically all the same but the 

limbs that extruded from them and the 

ears and haircuts and skull shapes had 

no uniformity whatsoever. There was 

even a grown man in short trousers, 

Mel Hogg. I could not believe he was 

only eleven. These strangers on day 

one became true personalities within a 

short while and the poetry of the class 

1Y register still rings in my mind. 

Armstrong, Beck, Bennett, Bowes, 

Cooper, .McDonald, Moor, Mulvana, 

Park, Scott, Sierwold, Stockdale, etc. 

Fifty years on and I am still close 

friends with many of them. 

The School dinners at Woodlands 

were often better than at home, but the 

regime for serving them meant that us 

mere first‐formers were barely dripfed. 

Four of us freshers were on the 

same table, Barry Moor, John Park, 

Ian McCloud Scott and me. At the top 

of our table were Pete Justice and Kel 

Robertson (fourth and fifth form) and 

a sixth former. Jointly they served the 

food. What became evident was that 

these three older boys had to make up 

for four or more years of starvation, by 

securing man size portions for the 

three of them and leaving us bantamsweights 

lean and hungry.

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The teacher who sat at our end of 

the table, Duffy Clayton, looked no 

older than us first formers and got the 

same portions. 

1Y lived in room 15, the Music 

Room, where there was an upright piano 

to the front of the class near the 

window. It was our home. Roy Settle 

was our Form master and he was 

fondly liked by us all. During his 

Maths lessons he would edge over towards 

the piano so that only his head 

and shoulder were visible. He was doing 

what men have to do occasionally, 

re‐arranging his affairs. This sort of 

practice can be kept anonymous provided 

you do not leave chalk fingerprints 

on your trouser crotch. 

Our oldest teacher in 1962 was Biff 

Smith, who is mentioned in every 

Summer Times that I have read and 

predictably we heard about the bearskins 

in the first lesson. Maybe I did not 

laugh loud enough or maybe my work 

was inadequate but I recall my first 

mark of any at the High School of 2 out 

of 10 for a drawing of the Parthenon. 

For the rest of that year, every time I 

opened my History exercise book, the 

mark on the first page reminded me 

that I was in the big league now. 

How old is John Oxley if he took us 

for Gym fifty years ago but looks 

thirty‐seven now Considering my lack 

of sporting prowess I got on with John 

quite well. I used to go to Gym Club 

(don’t laugh) with Alan (AK) Smith. 

When John Oxley’s back was turned 

Alan Kay used to drag me around the 

gym by my moobs. Character‐forming 

but painful! 

The School fulfilled its role well of 

educating us and preparing us for life 

as men but the 1960’s were racy times 

and we learnt many more things from 

our school‐friends. Not long after starting 

at Woodlands I got my first paperround. 

I was shown the ropes by Mick 

Bowen. Mick had a penchant for Biology 

and he showed me which of the 

houses on the paper‐round were the 

homes of species worthy of study. His 

knowledge of literature was also a surprise. 

In our newsagents, on the bookstand, 

he could take me straight to the 

precise pages in the Karma Sutra and 

Lady Chatterley’s Lover where the 

prose was most enlightening. ‐‐‐ I 

failed A level English! 

I ran for the School cross‐country 

team once, turned down a part in the 

school play, did not become a prefect 

but in my career and socially I know 

that the School gave me knowledge and 

confidence. The most memorable compliment 

paid to me by Messrs Gardiner 

and Speight was that I looked like a 

gigolo. It was a sarcastic way of telling 

me to get a hair cut and remove my 

winkle‐pickers. They had to explain to 

me that a gigolo was, an “Italian fancypants”! 

Not many weeks later I overheard 

the same duo telling John 

Barnshaw to let his hair grow! 

In 1969 I went to the Leeds Polytechnic 

and sat next to Roy Moor for 

four years to get a degree in Business 

Studies. If you visit the Leeds University 

Alumni web site you will see my 

photograph in the audience at “Live at 

Leeds”.My first job was with Cadburys 

and within two years I joined the 

French Oil Company Total where I

stayed for twenty‐five years running 

their filling stations in the UK. During 

my time at Total we were joined by 

Derek Elcock. 

I have lived with my wife, Julie, in 

Wakefield for nearly thirty years and 

we have two daughters who both married 

last year. Kate has a M.A and 

Helen has an Eng D. Amongst our 

neighbours are Mike & Judy Fewster. 

When Kate graduated with her first 

degree, we went to Newcastle University 

where I bumped into Nick Simmons, 

who had been her course tutor 

in Biology and never disclosed his 

history to her! For the past ten years I 

have been Commercial Manager for 

Morrisons filling stations. 

During all of my life I have kept in 

touch with a good bunch of Old Scarborians 

and had barbecues and parties 

and even been on holidays. I find the 

Christmas Dinner with former school 

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friends is striking. These old gits are 

barely recognisable on first meeting, 

but their mannerisms and characteristics 

are immediately remembered. I am 

very proud of them and my School. 

Ian Scott (1962-70) 

writes… 

Report on the Annual Christmas 

Dinner Reunion 2010 – from ‘The 

Young uns’: 

For the second consecutive year the 

‘Old Scabs Christmas do’ was held at the 

wonderful, new Scarborough Rugby 

Union Rugby Club on Burniston Road, 

Scalby. Not the old stomping ground 

at Newby, where I enjoyed many a 

fine Old Scabs Boxing Day game and, 

even more, the stories and reminiscences 

in the bar afterwards! We were 

hoping to drag ex‐captain Roger Gilbert 

there, but he was out in Oz being 

a grandfather or something (I think 

he was part of the ‘Barmy Army’ 

following the Ashes series!) 

An excellent evening of memories 

and insults was enjoyed by all – 

especially those ‘young uns’ from the 

Woodlands School. as the classes of

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Mike with Alex Gardiner at the Rosette – 2007 Mike with Ian Scott ‐‐1962 

‘68, ’69 & ‘70 managed to conjure up 

two tables this year in a determined 

effort to increase numbers. We all enjoyed 

comparing differing states of 

body mass; colour of hair (or even lack 

of it!) and competing in numbers with 

the even older boys from the Westwood 

School. I genuinely must thank 

the Old Scarborians committee for 

their continued efforts in maintaining 

the Society over the years. We, (as 

some of the younger Old Scabs), must 

ensure its survival for years to come. 

So – here is the serious part. Make an 

effort to increase the numbers even 

more next year. We don’t want to hear 

about you in the list of obituaries read 

out before the meal. As one member of 

my table commented,‘ Spot, did they 

read out my name – no! ………..Thank 

God, then, I’m still here!’ 

Back to the plot! Oh, what it must 

have been like to leave the Sixth Form 

in the late 1960s with a full head of 

hair (not grey) and an athletic body, 

honed over the year’s of training by 

John Oxley and Barry Beanland (who 

were also both in attendance – looking 

as young and trim as they always 

were!) I actually thought I still looked 

liked that. Isn’t it strange when you 

attend a reunion you never think you 

are as old as all the others However, I 

do still question the hair colour of 

Dave Eade… He taught me English 

when I was 16 and he doesn’t have a 

single grey hair Me … I still think my 

hair is ‘strawberry blond!’ (That’s what 

my mother called it!)... Isn’t it strange 

that when you look into the mirror in a 

morning you see one of your parents 

I chose to sit next to CJ Garner, 

who has obviously been working out 

recently and is something big in 

‘Rotary’ (or was it Rotund‐ary). At 

least I felt slimmer next to CJ! I didn’t 

dare stand near Dave McDonald or 

‘Jumbo’ Watson as they both had 

sylph‐like figures! Simon Ward and 

Norm Davies can both still fit into 

their 1st XV rugby shorts and even 

Mick Waterhouse (although sporting a 

Badger’s Bum) still visits the gym (or so 

he told us!). 

Mully hasn’t changed at all but I 

am sure Al Hickman wasn’t that tall

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when he left school, whereas Rich 

White doesn’t quite stand as tall, or as 

straight, as he was! Dave Ward now 

wears a rather dashing fedora; when 

removed we all realised it was to keep 

his head warm in the bitter, winter 

weather! Where have all the golden 

locks gone, Guitarman Roy Moor 

looks more like Spike Milligan. (I have 

to credit that remark to Harvey Pickup 

who communicated via e‐mail from 

Western Australia, having seen some 

pics that were sent to him.) These are a 

few more from ‘down‐under’‐‐ 

Most hair retained (or grown) – Chris 

and Alan. Santa would be proud of you, 

Chris! (the beard!) Least hair retained. 

Several candidates… best not award that! 

The ‘Keith Richards’ award for survival….. 

has to be Norm. Least recognizable.... 

Probably Mully. Always expected 

to see that curly mop on top. 

Many photos are around, if you are 

familiar with FaceBook, Mully has 

posted a few – and it’s a good guessing‐game 

to see if you can recognise 

some of the old ones from your class or 

year group. 

You must admire Mr Rugby Club 

himself. Only Big Col. Rennard could 

get away dressed, as he was, in an Ian 

Botham‐type blazer, in the colours of 

SRUFC. A serious, huge thanks must be 

given to Col and many more who were 

instrumental in the creation of one of 

the best Rugby clubs I have ever been 

to in the North of England! Long may it 

thrive and please support the facility 

whenever you are in town. Boxing Day 

is still a good reunion time for many 

Old Scabs! 

We must all aim to bring more, 

‘young old boys’ next year, before time 

takes its toll and we lose contact. E‐mail 

and social networking sites do help in 

contacting other Old Scabs. We discovered 

that George Sheader is now working 

somewhere in Israel promoting and 

training children in cricket: both Arab 

and Israeli kids play together! Harvey 

Pickup vows to try to pop over from 

Western Australia for the next reunion! 

So my message is… bring another Old 

Boy with you this time! The photographs 

(previous page) show Me, 

Colin Rennard, Dave Eade and Mick 

Waterhouse. The second shows myself 

and Chris Garner discussing ..... anything! 

Ian Scott – look me up on FaceBook 

or….e‐mail: 

ianmscott303@btinternet.com 

Ray Lazenby (1935-40) 

writes ... 

In an edition of Televisionʹs 

ʺCountdownʺ it was explained that nickname 

is a corruption of ekename, ‐ eke 

in this case meaning also. Also name 

makes complete sense ‐ but can one 

make sense of some of the SBHS ekenames 

Some, of course, are immediately 

understandable. Bob Kingʹs forename 

was Robert. Ish was merely a shortening 

of Cyril Isherwoodʹs name, Hov a 

shortening of Gerry Hovingtonʹs, and 

Stod a shortening of Norman 

Stoddardʹs. Les was merely an abbreviation 

of Leslie Brownʹs forename and 

Brad a shortening of C.H. Bradleyʹs 

surname.

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Elsie Clarke came from his forenamesʹ 

initials, L.C. Likewise H.A.P. 

Taylor became Hap. Somewhat convoluted, 

Senna Potts came about because 

of his lavatorial forenamesʹ initials, 

W.C., and the similarity in sound of 

the laxative senna pods. (It takes the 

schoolboy mind .... ) 

Buggy Walsh was nicknamed because 

of the creepy‐crawlies about 

which he endeavoured to teach us. 

Froggy Allen was actually before my 

time, but I had heard of him, his 

daughter became the wife of my longterm 

employer (Sir Meredith 

Whittaker), and I sang in Holy Trinity 

Church choir with his son who I much 

later came to believe was called Paul, 

but I knew only as Peesh ‐ who knows 

why. The father was, of course, named 

after his subject, French. Similarly with 

German teacher Bonn Clark ‐ originally, 

I believe, known as Herr Bonn. 

I have explained before in these 

columns how Henry Marsden 

changed from The Boss to Joey – via Joe 

Stalin ‐ and that Jimmy Johnson was 

Kong because of his appearance and 

Headʹs secretary Miss English was 

Buffers because of a prominent part of 

hers (it takes the schoolboy mind ... ). 

His diminutive stature explains 

why Tich Richardson was so known ‐ 

but why on earth was he also known 

as Pike ‐ or was it Pyke (Did he ever 

really say, as reputed: ʺWatch the board 

while I go through it. ʺ) 

Charlie owed nothing to E.H. 

Riceʹs name or his personal soubriquet, 

Sam Rockinghorse. Even more 

puzzling ‐ why was he also known as 

Tarzan He was apt to throw blackboard 

dusters about and lash out 

with his gown, but those activities 

were hardly reminiscent of Johnny 

Weismuller. 

I was in the Form (I think 4L) that 

landed Pete Cornish with Cazamac 

(which is what it sounded like), but I 

have not the faintest idea now of why 

or how we might have visualised it 

spelled. A thoroughly decent bloke, 

Cazamac was the only Master I ever 

heard apologise in class to a pupil out 

of whom he had taken the mickey, 

though I donʹt think said pupil had 

been the slightest bit bothered. 

Cass Shires might have had something 

to with his initials, but I have 

forgotten what they were. But why Biff 

for Vernon Smith Possibly something 

to do with History, but not that 

which he taught. Had he thumped 

somebody or some thing at some time 

(He certainly biffed himself to some 

tune when the forks of his bicycle 

broke when he was riding down the 

slope, but he had been Biff for a long 

time before that. Daddy could have 

had something to do with 

C.F.Tumbullʹs elderly, benevolent 

appearance, but why was he more 

commonly known as Cush (I remember 

once in later years in company 

with Gordon Foulds and for a report 

destined in my case for the Scarborough 

Evening News and in Gordonʹs 

case for national newspapers interviewing 

Latin‐teacher Cush about 

Charles Laughton, with whom he had 

played in ʺHobsonʹs Choiceʺ in Laughtonʹs 

amateur days. Gordon urged 

Cush to say something about Laughton 

in Latin. Cush said – if I remember

correctly, not being a Latin scholar ‐ 

that Laughton was facile princeps ‐ easily 

the best. Which when reported gave 

the impression that C.F. Tumbull 

larded his conversation with Latin 

phrases, which he did not.) 

And after all that ‐ why on earth 

Snaf Rudsdale and Ferdy Freeman 

Another puzzle ‐ why (at any rate in 

my time) no nicknames for Messrs Liddicott, 

Colenutt, and Keeton 

Barry Moor (1962-70) 

writes from California, USA 

I finally left the High School in 1970. 

I had overstayed my welcome by one 

year (some teachers may disagree....ʺonly 

one yearʺ ʹAble, Idleʹ 

wrote Growler Evans on one Physics 

report.) Thanks to Mr. Gardiner I was 

able to rectify some ʹlax periodsʹ, and 

thanks to Messrs Binns and Pitts I was 

able to ʹaceʹ History and Politics. Three 

years later I left Leeds University with 

a Third, using notes retained from the 

aforementioned teachers with assistance 

from Profs. Hansen and Miliband. 

Life in the ʹoutsideʹ world proved 

less successful and in 1979 I bade farewell 

to the green and pleasant land. 

Freddie Laker transported me to Los 

Angeles for a hundred quid. The trip 

was to last until I got sick of the place 

or until I got deported. Thirty years 

later, here I remain. 

I eventually located in Angelus 

Oaks, a village of 170 residents set at 

6000feet in the San Bernardino mountains, 

close to the ski resort of Big Bear. 

A most beautiful place. My workplace 

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was Fontana from whence I drove a 

fuel truck daily into LA and the surrounding 

areas. So, a pleasant existence 

in the Golden State. Blue skies, 

incredible mountains, deserts, the Pacific 

Ocean. All this and Mexico just 

down the street. These things make 

California famous....these and earthquakes. 

Ian Scott ( 1962-70) 

further writes.. 

Iʹve been chasing some Old Boys 

around and hope they may send some 

more articles but I found these two old 

pics from Woodlands. (Below). The 

three cyclists in their brand new SBHS 

uniform are Mick Mulvana, Geoff 

Nock and myself, Ian Scott. 

The Rugby team (1967‐8) were the most 

successful 1st XV in the history of the 

School. Under Colin Rennard they 

only lost one game, ‐‐ 8‐6 to Normanton, 

in the first game of the season. 

Barry Beanland got into trouble 

(apparently) for buying ʹrugby leaguetypeʹ 

shirts, rather than the more traditional 

cherry hoops! I can still name 

the players...Pete Loftus, Norm Davies, 

Ian Scott, Stu. Brown, Len Minikin,

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Bruce Welsh, Graham Tarrant and 

Barry Beanland. 

Front : Tank Hopkin, Midgely, 

Simon Ward, Dave Hoyland, Colin 

Rennard, Paul Bramley, Mick Waterhouse 

and Gordon Ward. 

OBITUARIES 

Basil Melton (1931-7) 

The following was submitted by Basil 

Melton’s daughter after his death in July 

2010, having been found among his papers 

and apparently having been prepared for 

Summer Times. 

“After leaving School, the bond 

with the School was maintained for a 

further three years in the Evening Technical 

School, which for Building Construction 

was held in the biology lab 

room. Soon after the start of the Second 

World War he joined the Scarborough 

Special Constabulary, and afterwards 

served in the Army for five years. After 

demobilisation worked as a quantity 

surveyor in the construction industry, 

and was a member of the Construction 

Surveyors Institute. After retirement in 

1981, did voluntary work in Adult Literacy 

in both Bristol and Poole where 

additionally helped in the old lifeboat 

house Museum.” 

John D Wilson (1945-52) 

Died 4 th October 2010 — Celebration 

of his life took place at the Towers, 

Buckden, followed by cremation at 

Cambridge. 

Deryck Davison (1936-43) 

The following has been 

received from Steve 

Davison in respect of 

his father , Old Scarborian 

Deryck‐ 

I meant to contact 

you earlier in the year 

when the last edition 

of Summer Times 

arrived at the house. Sadly my father, 

Deryck Davison, for whom the magazine 

was intended, died suddenly in

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January this year. He had lived with 

my wife and me for the last 4 1/2 years 

and had enjoyed very good health 

right until his sudden death a few 

months before his 85th birthday. 

My Dad was a very successful pupil 

of Scarborough High School for 

Boys, although he switched his allegiance 

to Bridlington School when he 

started his teaching career! He finished 

school during the war, winning 

a scholarship to St Johnʹs College, 

Cambridge. 

I thought you might be interested 

in 2 handwritten notes I found 

amongst his belongings from the then 

Headmaster, H W Marsden: 

29/10/43 Scarborough High School. 

Dear Davison, ‐‐ I write to congratulate 

you on winning the Tetley Memorial 

Prize. It was a good choice and it is in my 

opinion the highest honour the School can 

give. Your name thus goes down on four of 

the five Honour Boards. That is a record 

which will want some beating. You came 

very near to getting your name on the fifth 

Honours Board. It is a proud record ‐ one 

which should be some consolation for the 

disappointment of H.S.C. You can collect 

your prize at Christmas. It is worth about 

£1.. Good luck, ‐‐ yours sincerely H W 

Marsden. 

Remarks by Headmaster 

“D P Davison has had a distinguished 

career at the Scarborough High School. He 

was School Captain, Victor Ludorum and 

outstanding in all games. He won a 

County Major Scholarship and was little 

short of the very high standard required for 

a State Scholarship which we expected him 

to gain. He is one of the ablest mathematical 

scholars we have had at school. He has 

been accepted as a pupil of St Johnʹs College, 

Cambridge and will undoubtedly do 

well at the university and I strongly support 

his application” 

I also have the reference provided 

by Mr Marsden when my Dad applied 

to be a teacher at Bridlington School, 

where he spent his entire teaching 

career: 

“13th December 1949 

Mr Deryck P Davison was a pupil of 

the Scarborough High School from 1936 ‐ 

1943. He had a fine school career. After 2 

years in the science Sixth form he was 

awarded a North Riding County Major 

Scholarship and gained admission to St 

Johnʹs College, Cambridge. He was an 

outstanding personality in school ‐ School 

Captain, Victor Ludorum, Senior NCO in 

the ATC and a member of the school sides 

in Rugby Football and Cricket. Since leaving 

school he has had experience in the 

Aircraft Industry and has completed his 

studies in the Mathematical School at 

Cambridge. At present he is reading for 

the Certificate of Education at Cambridge. 

I think Mr Davison is likely to make a very 

good schoolmaster. By ability and temperament 

he is fitted for the profession. His 

qualifications are adequate for the best 

sixth form teaching and he is certain to 

contribute much to the life of the school. ‐ 

H W Marsden Head Master 

I have attached the article I wrote for 

inclusion in the Bridlington Free Press 

at the time of his death along with the 

accompanying formal photograph of 

my father taken when he was Golf 

Club captain in about 1981. 

“The death has been announced of a 

former school teacher from Bridlington

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School. Deryck Davison was born in Scarborough 

in 1925 and won a scholarship to 

St John’s College, Cambridge University in 

1943 to study mathematics. Deryck’s studies 

were interrupted by the war and he did 

national war service working on aircraft 

design at the Fairey Aviation Company in 

Hayes, Middlesex, before returning to 

Cambridge to complete his degree and train 

to be a teacher. He was awarded a first class 

degree in mathematics in 1949.Whilst 

working in Hayes, Deryck met his future 

wife, Joyce, and they married in 1951. 

Deryck joined the staff of Bridlington 

School in 1950 and spent his entire teaching 

career there, eventually becoming Director 

of Studies, before taking early retirement 

in 1981. Sadly Joyce died less than 4 

years later in 1985. Deryck has always 

been a stalwart supporter of the Old 

Bridlingtonian Club, holding many posts 

within the Club and rarely missing reunions 

of former pupils and members of staff. 

He thoroughly enjoyed such occasions and 

maintained very strong friendships through 

the Club, in some cases for almost 60 years. 

Deryck was a keen and successful sportsman 

in his youth, and used his skills and 

experience to coach pupils in rugby and 

athletics at the School for many years. 

In retirement, Deryck became more 

involved with Flamborough Head Golf 

Club, which he first joined in 1970. He was 

Club Captain in 1981 and has been actively 

involved with the club in many ways until 

fairly recently. Deryck has also been an 

active member of the Old Bridlingtonian 

and Londesborough Lodges. He has two 

children: Stephen who is married to Mags 

and Barbara who is married to Geoff Bayes, 

also 3 surviving grand children: Simon, 

Gemma and Matthew.” 

Peter Eccleston (1957-60) 

Received from David Eccleston 

Born Scarborough 1943 ‐‐ Died Motueka 

New Zealand December 27, 2010. 

Peter (aka Tich) attended the Boys 

High From 1957 to 1960. He emigrated 

to New Zealand in 1964 and immediately 

took up the outdoor life. He was a 

keen trout fisherman and deer hunter. 

After two years he joined the Forest 

Service as a deer culler (professional 

hunter) and rose to first grade. He then 

left the forestry and moved to the 

South Island where he undertook a 

number of jobs before becoming an 

orchard contractor running his own 

gang. He had just retired when he died 

suddenly from a pulmonary embolism. 

At his funeral the quote was made from 

Scaramouche, ʺHe was born with the gift 

of laughter and a sense that the world was 

madʺ. It summed up Pete perfectly. He 

will be sadly missed by his partner 

Rina, his many friends, and his brother 

Dave, sister ‐in ‐law Aileen and his 

sister Sheila. 

Jack Layton (1935-40) 

Honorary Life Vice‐President 1973‐4 ‐‐ 

died 8 th January 2011. 

John Francis Layton (1925‐2011) 

Jack was born in 

Darlington and 

moved to Scarborough 

in 1933 with his 

family. When he left 

the School, he joined 

the Railway as a probationer 

clerk at Forge Valley and prior 

to his call up in 1944, he worked at 

many stations in our region. In the

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Army he was stationed in Egypt. On 

his return to Civvy Street in 1948, he 

resumed his railway career and in 

1959, at the age of 33, he was appointed 

Station Master at Scarborough 

and there he stayed until he retired in 

1982. He was a popular member of the 

Town’s managerial class and was a 

frequent speaker at clubs and societies. 

Jack was a born raconteur and told 

many amusing stories of his adventures 

as Station Master and his role in the 

visits to the town by the Royal Family 

and the politicians who were attending 

party conferences. He was life long 

member of the Old Scarborians and 

was an Honorary Life Vice President of 

the Association. In addition he was a 

Rotarian and a member of the North 

Cliff Golf Club. 

He is survived by his wife Irene, by 

his sons John and Michael and by two 

grand children. His unfailing support 

for the Old Scabs will be greatly missed 

. May he rest in peace. 

Peter Robson (1945‐53) 

John Dean 

(Master 1969-73) 

(father of Old Scarborian Jon Dean 1971‐3) 

John Dean was born 1 st July 1930 in 

Hull but moved to Bradford where he 

was educated at The Bradford Grammar 

School. He initially studied Chemistry 

but was called to become a Minister 

and then studied Theology. He became 

a Methodist Minister working in 

the East Hull Circuit before moving to 

Scotland and joining the Church of 

Scotland. In 1969 John made a career 

change and became a teacher of Religious 

Studies at the Boys High School 

in Scarborough. Following the reorganisation 

of Schools in Scarborough in 

1973, he moved to Barlby High School 

and became a Senior Teacher at the 

school. Again following the reorganisation 

in Selby , John decided to return to 

the pulpit taking up the offer of becoming 

a Minister for the United Reformed 

Churches of Whitby and Robin Hood’s 

Bay. Thirteen years ago, John was diagnosed 

with prostate cancer and following 

treatment has had good health 

during that time. Sadly four weeks ago 

his health did deteriorate and he was 

admitted into St Catherine’s Hospice 

where he died on New Year’s Eve. As 

with many things in life, John looked 

forward and even in death looked to 

the realisation of his spiritual beliefs. 

Julian FD Johnson 

(1948 – 1954) 

From Nigel A. Johnson ( 1946 – 1954) 

My younger brother, Julian, died on 

Dec. 24 th 2010. Having been unwell for 

the last three years, and after a heart 

attack in 1994 he was finally diagnosed 

with pancreatic cancer. His funeral, 

attended by a large gathering of over 

200 people was held on Jan 6 th 2011 at 

Haltemprice Crematorium, Willerby, 

near Beverley. A number of Old Scarborians 

attended, including Albert Storey, 

Keith Milner, James Crighton and 

myself of course! 

Julian had been a regular supporter 

of the Old Boys’ Dinners in Scarborough 

and will I am sure be missed. 

Although no great lover of the academic 

side of school, Julian enjoyed his

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Rugby and played for the first fifteen 

when still a fifth former. I remember 

we played together for Kingsley House 

in the fiercely fought house matches on 

Oliver’s Mount. 

After leaving school Julian did his 

National Service in the RN, became a 

Telegraphist (sparker) and found himself 

on a destroyer in the Med in the 

Suez Crisis in 1956. 

He subsequently became Housing 

Manager for North Humberside, now 

mercifully restored to the East Riding 

of Yorkshire, and lived in Walkington 

near Beverley. His wife, Pat, who he 

met at the North Riding Training College, 

was a teacher until they both retired 

in 1994, following Julian’s heart 

attack. They have a son, Timothy, and 

a daughter, Samantha. Timothy is now 

married to Michelle and they have two 

boys so the Johnson name continues! 

Julian’s death, at the comparatively 

early age of 73 has been a great shock 

to us all. He is sorely missed by all who 

knew him. 

Robert Andrews (1933-38) 

Received from son –in‐ law John Wilkinson 

Old Scarborian Robert Fraser Andrews, 

a member of the last family to 

live in Scarborough lighthouse, has 

died aged 88. Born in Hull, Bob moved 

to Scarborough with his family when 

his father, Captain R.E. Andrews, was 

appointed harbourmaster. 

After leaving school Bob worked as 

a junior clerk at Scarborough Town 

Hall for the princely sum of 10s (50p) a 

week. In his spare time he was a keen 

member of the Queen Street Methodist 

youth club and helped at the Church’s 

Sunday school. Life at the Town Hall 

was obviously not exciting enough for 

him as in the summer of 1940, at the 

age of 18, he became a Scarborough 

local defence volunteer. 

Just over six months later he found 

out that Portsmouth police were recruiting 

and was successful in joining 

the force there. In August 1942 he 

joined the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve 

as a trainee naval airman and it 

was about this time that he met his 

future wife, Jean. Part of his training 

was in Canada, but airsickness proved 

a problem and he ended up back in the 

UK, undertaking much of his wartime 

service as a sub‐lieutenant aboard tank 

landing craft. 

Bob went back to Portsmouth police 

after the war, eventually rising to the 

rank of Inspector. During this time he 

was an active member of his local 

Methodist church and for many years 

was the youth club leader. 

Towards the end of his service he 

became a Police instructor, first at the 

training college at Folkestone, Kent, 

and then, with the rank of chief inspector, 

at Nutfield in Surrey. Retiring 

from the police in 1972, he moved to 

Trowbridge to become Rights of Way 

Officer for Wiltshire County Council. 

During this time he also trained to become 

a Methodist lay preacher. 

In the later years of his life he devoted 

his time to looking after his wife, 

Jean, who developed dementia and 

died in 2008. Bob, who had three 

daughters and a son, died in September 

2010 at a rest home in Southampton,

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where he moved to be closer to his family. 

Chris Coole (1955-62) 

Died 23 rd October 2010. 

A personal recollection by Chris 

Found. 

How do you write an 

article about Chris Coole 

in a few paragraphs, 

particularly when you 

are up against a strict 

Summer Times publishing 

deadline He was so ubiquitous, so 

lively and so involved with many 

things. As a result I am having to write 

this article mainly from my own recollections 

which will only form a very 

small part of the whole. I apologise to 

all the others who knew him as I know 

that they will all have many memories 

which are not covered here. 

He was the President of our Association 

in 1992/3. 

I first met Chris when he joined me 

as an articled clerk at Messrs. Robinson 

Coulson & Co., Chartered Accountants 

of Alma Square, Scarborough in the 

early sixties. The system of articles was 

the final gasp of serfdom under which 

one was offered the chance of obtaining 

a professional qualification in return for 

beavering away for 5 years on a negligible 

salary. Because of this there was a 

real feeling of us and them in the office 

and I remember one of the other articled 

clerks, I think it was Paul Ridley, 

downing tools about 11am one Monday 

morning and announcing that he had 

already earned his salary for the week. 

Needless to say there were many things 

we used to do to liven up the tedium of 

adding up cash books, reconciling bank 

accounts and stamping paid cheques. 

In particular one of our favourite pastimes 

was seeing who could head a 

plastic football up and down the most 

times. This activity was particularly 

fraught as the articled clerks’ room was 

directly over the room of one of the 

senior partners and he was heard to 

ponder that he had no idea what was 

going on up there a lot of the time. 

During this time Chris became 

friendly with Paul Ridley and they 

were notorious for some of the jokes 

they played upon us at this time and 

later. The first was when Chris and 

Paul organised a wine tasting and provided 

us with various wines covered 

up to hide their identity. I believe that 

Paul and Chris thought that our pretension 

to extensive wine knowledge deserved 

to be discredited and they were 

successful as all the wines were the 

same,( some cheap Cote de Ventoux ) 

and none of us realised. Among those 

deceived was Freddie Drabble who 

was serving a similar period of penal 

servitude articled to a local solicitor on 

even less pay than us and Peter Emms. 

The other joke was when Paul 

Ridley went into hospital for a routine 

haemorrhoids operation and, aided and 

abetted by Chris, pretended that he was 

in there because he had lost his memory. 

Chris encouraged several of us to 

go in and visit him and Paul pretended 

not to know who we were when we 

arrived. We all had red faces when the 

truth came out. 

However we did manage to get our 

own back in spades. On the afternoon 

of Paul’s 40 th birthday he was playing

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golf at South Cliff with Chris and a 

couple of other lads. Chris had kept us 

informed about their start time and we 

were lurking about in the trees near the 

3 rd green adjacent to Filey Road. Fortunately 

Paul hit a good drive from the 

tee. which landed on the edge of the 

green. Instantly I was out from behind 

a tree and moved the ball into the hole 

so that Paul would think that he had 

managed a hole in one. Chris had been 

asked to distract him as soon as he had 

played his drive and thus he was not 

aware of my visit to the green. As a 

result Paul had to buy everybody in the 

Clubhouse a drink and go through the 

frivolity of the occasion. In the evening 

Paul had arranged a birthday dinner at 

the Royal Hotel and we took great 

pleasure in presenting him with the 

ball with which he had teed off from 

the 3 rd in the afternoon. 

Chris was born in 1944 in Woking, 

London where the family had moved to 

enable Chris’s Dad to work in an aeroplane 

factory to support the war effort. 

After the war the family returned to 

Scarborough and settled in Ashville 

Avenue and for several years Chris was 

known as “the Ashville Banana”. He 

was educated at Central Junior School 

and SBHS and among his friends in 

those days were Dave Watson, Dave 

Eade, Keith Organ, Gordon Askew and 

Ian Jordan. During his time at Robinson 

Coulson Chris became closely involved 

with both the Scarborough Rugby Club 

and the Scarborough Amateur Rowing 

Club. At the latter Club there was a 

small number of members but it gave 

us the run of fairly palatial premises on 

Foreshore Road and, as well as a fair 

amount of rowing, we were involved in 

card schools, and football and rugby on 

the beach when the sea was too rough 

for rowing. An offshoot of the Rowing 

Club card schools was a Friday night 

card school which went on for several 

years and was played at Chris’s house 

or Richard Hutton’s . Chris was particularly 

involved in the dances we 

used to run at the Rowing Club and 

our favourite band in those days was 

an outfit called Jonty and the Strangers 

who played Shadows type guitar music. 

Incidentally Chris arranged a Rowing 

Club re‐union in 2009 and managed 

to locate and bring together all the 

members of this group to play for us 

again. Often after a night out at the 

Rowing Club we would all go and buy 

fish and chips and I always remember 

that Chris used to eat his fish but keep 

most of his chips and his mother used 

to hot these up for him next morning 

for his breakfast. 

Chris qualified as a Chartered Accountant 

in 1967 and moved over to 

Leeds to work for Cooper Brothers, one 

of the major firms of accountants in the 

country. During this time he lived in a 

house in Leeds with John Dresser and 

Pete Legg and I used to live with them 

for a few weeks when I was auditing in 

Harrogate. At that time we spent most 

of our evenings boozing in north Leeds 

in such places as the Scotts Arms at 

Sicklinghall, the Bingley Arms at Bardsey 

and the Travellers Rest at Crimple. 

Happy days !! 

Since the mid sixties Chris had been 

friendly with a charming girl from 

Halifax called Sue Helliwell and they 

married in 1968 and set up home in 

Scholes. Chris, meanwhile, had left 

Cooper Bros. and had joined the ac‐

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countancy staff of a commercial business 

called Pettys. In 1971 Chris moved 

back to Scarborough to join Dale Electric 

at Gristhorpe as Company Secretary 

and settled in Cayton with Sue. 

Chris had a long and successful career 

with Dales being promoted to Finance 

Director. Unfortunately Dales were the 

victim of a hostile takeover by a firm 

called TT Electronics and so, to continue 

his business, career Chris purchased 

two of the subsidiaries Dale 

Electrical Installations and Goldcrest 

Security which were not wanted by 

Dale’s purchaser. Goldcrest was sold 

on fairly quickly but Chris ran DEI for 

several years before it became victim to 

the foot and mouth outbreak which 

resulted in a big fall in turnover. Chris 

also had other business interests jointly 

with Paul Ridley including Madison 

Avenue which was an American Restaurant 

in St Thomas Street, The Two 

B’s Night Club, Scarborough Pottery 

and the Georgian Grill. 

Chris was very active on the social 

scene including membership of Round 

Table and Rotary, heavy involvement 

with Scarborough Rugby Club’s Senior 

Gulls teams including overseas tours, 

regular 5 a side football, an Investment 

Club, committee member at Scarborough 

Cricket Club, considerable interest 

in the turf including part ownership 

in a racehorse and many other 

activities. Towards the end of his life he 

was able to devote more time to his 

love of travelling. 

As to Chris’s personality he was the 

archetypal “likely lad” and he was extremely 

generous. In my mind I always 

associated him with Michael Crawford 

who used to push his motor bike on to 

the stage in “That Was the Week That 

Was” and regale us with his thoughts 

and exploits. On the subject of motor 

bikes the most frightening experience 

of my life was having a lift on the back 

of Chris’s bike on a trip to Robin Hoods 

Bay. I was terrified because I thought 

he was leaning too far over on the 

bends and did my best to counteract 

this by leaning over the other way. 

What a relief to get back to Scarborough 

in one piece ! Chris was a catalyst 

on the social scene and you always 

knew that something exciting was going 

to happen when he was around. 

As an example of Chris’s generosity 

Paul Fawcett always tells the story of 

when he was invited over to Halifax for 

the weekend with his wife and had a 

problem with his car . Chris immediately 

rang his father and arranged for 

Paul to borrow the family car so that 

the trip could still go ahead. Also, 

when Paul was contemplating taking 

over the tenancy of the Rowing Club 

shops to sell fancy goods Chris immediately 

gave him a cheque for £400 as a 

loan to help him get started. Paul is 

always delighted that he did not proceed 

with this as he joined the RAF 

instead and eventually became a Wing 

Commander. The best example I know 

of Chris’s devil‐may‐care spirit was 

when he went over to Holland on 

North Sea Ferries with one of the local 

Rotary Clubs. On these trips a Steward 

normally walks along the accommodation 

corridors at 6.30 am ringing a hand 

bell to wake everybody up ready for 

breakfast and disembarkation. Of 

course Chris, retiring at 3.30am after 

some late night drinking, managed to

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find the bell and could not resist walking 

along the corridor ringing the bell. 

Chris divorced in 1983 and he subsequently 

married another lovely girl 

Julie Normandale. They had two children, 

Diana and Philip, to whom he 

was very close and of whom he was 

very proud. 

At the age of 61 Chris retired and, 

unfortunately, suffered a stroke whilst 

on holiday in India and it was only the 

excellent treatment he had there which 

saved his life. It is a tribute to Chris’s 

resilience and determination that he 

still managed to continue with his social 

life and many of his interests and 

the work he did in arranging the 2009 

Rowing Club Re‐union was amazing. 

Towards the end of his life, he met 

Sue Harris who became his partner. 

.She supported him wonderfully 

through all the traumas of his ill health 

and all his friends were grateful to her 

as she gave him a new lease of life 

from which we all benefited. Shortly 

before his death he had spent an idyllic 

month in Crete, one of his favourite 

places, with Sue. 

My final memories of Chris will 

always be when he presided over 

Diana’s wedding in Julie and Nick’s 

garden by the Derwent in perfect 

weather in the Summer of 2010. Also 

he attended my 70 th in January 2010 

and won the bottle of Champagne 

which I was offering for the most original 

bow tie sported at the party. Chris 

had managed to fashion a most impressive 

bow tie out of one of Sue’s old 

bras and he was a clear winner. 

Chris died on 23 rd October 2010 and 

it was clear at the funeral service at St. 

Martins and the wake at the Scarborough 

Rugby Club that we were remembering 

a very special, highly regarded 

and much loved man. 

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SOUNDS OF THE SIXTIES 

FROM WESTWOOD TO 

WOODLANDS 

Ian M Scott (1962-1970) 

writes: 

The 1960s were wonderful years! 

There were massive changes in music, 

fashions, hair styles and, of course, 

relocation for the Scarborough High 

School for Boys from the Westwood 

site near the centre of town to the ‘new 

world’ of Woodlands (up near the Crematorium!), 

where I started in the September 

of 1962. 

These times also coincided with the 

beginnings of secondary education for 

the ‘baby boomers’ of the post war years. 

They were the first generations not to 

have had the relative hardships that 

our parents and grand parents had 

experienced through the wars in 

Europe. What changes we saw and 

what opportunities were available to 

us… indeed, one former Prime Minister 

was quoted as saying that ‘we’d 

never had it so good!’ 

Quite true that we who passed our 

11+ exam were allowed to take advantages 

of the benefits on offer from a 

Grammar School education rather than 

follow the secondary modern 

(ironically back at Westwood!) or technical 

system. The ‘Tech’ (as it was 

known to us) was referred to by the 

Head Gardiner (Perce) as ‘the day‐time

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doss‐house!’ and if we did not pull our 

socks up, that’s were we would end up 

doing City & Guilds plumbing or similar 

electrician courses! If only!!! 

Yes, the opportunities were there. 

We played Rugby, and not Football. 

Saturday mornings were always reserved 

for competitive games against 

other schools from all over the North 

East of England. In winter it was 

Rugby, summer Cricket and Athletics; 

even tennis and cross‐country was 

available. We had extra‐curriculum 

activities, clubs and school trips with 

the Nat. Hist. Soc. Even ski trips, walking 

holidays and junior camps were on 

offer to all who desired. I have been in 

education for many years and this type 

school was well ahead of its time with 

the extra add‐ons that are so valuable 

to modern education. If you want it 

nowadays you have to look towards 

the private system as very few of our 

state schools offer the wealth and variety 

that we seemed to enjoy. 

Enough of the politics;‐ I have very 

many happy memories of my days up 

at Woodlands. So much that I have 

been trying to gather anecdotes from 

my contemporaries. I feel that often in 

the Summer Times there is not enough 

representation from the ‘young ‘uns’ 

from the ‘new school’ !!! 

After much discussion over many 

pints, it was decided to collate a few 

old stories from days gone by to recall 

amusing, embarrassing, insulting or 

just downright silly, anecdotes. I had a 

trawl around and came up with a few; 

some that used to appear in ‘Prefects’ 

Jottings’ in The Scarborian Magazine – 

(do you remember that) I found a few 

in the back of an old cupboard and 

…… well they kept me occupied for 

ages. 

In ‘The Scarborian’ of 1968 the ‘6 th 

Form Comment’ jogged memories of 

an incident during one final assembly 

for the whole School. It was the descent 

from on high of a huge pair of 

red bloomers behind the head of the 

Head Gardiner! An ingenious mechanical 

system consisting of alarm 

clock, fishing line and wire coat 

hanger, allowed the alarm to be set to 

ring during the service, thus the said, 

red knickers slowly descended in full 

view of the sniggering mass of the 

entire school! How well the Head carried 

it off. He must have realised 

something was amiss and he departed 

the stage with the words… 

‘I would like to see the people responsible 

for that in my office…….now!’ 

The Scarborian reported it ……. 

‘With reference to the Red Bloomers 

Alarm, maybe if the horse in the field was 

kept in his shed the escapade might not 

have occurred and if ugliness was greater 

controlled then chairs might not disappear’ 

I am sure that those who were involved 

understand the cryptic comments 

above, which refer to Horsefield, 

Hoyland and Hutt! 

There was even an Old Scarborians 

section which had a letter from the 

Secretary and then an article entitled: 

‘ News from Everywhere’. 

So here it is…………. 

WHERE ARE THEY NOW – WHAT 

HAVE THEY BEEN DOING 

Ian Scott, known as ‘Spot’ (1962‐70) 

I did 3 yrs in the 6 th form because I had 

too much fun playing rugby and cricket at 

the expense of academic studies. Thanks to

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Percy Gardiner, who let me return as a 

‘senior citizen’ – which meant we could 

use our cars (old bangers, really) to travel 

to and from school. This was after a little 

altercation with the dreaded Digger 

Speight, who sent us home. Myself, Rich 

White and Dick Lazenby, were described 

as ‘affluent schoolboys sent home’ in the 

local press. It may have been because 

Dick’s father, Ray, was editor of the Evening 

News! 

Rich White thought Digger was jealous 

because his car (a Mercedes!) was 

better than Digger’s! – True! 

Where am I now I’d like to start the 

ball rolling by saying I’ve been teaching 

geography in the same school for 36 years!! 

with Richard Watson, (son of Bob, whom 

many will remember from SBHS as English 

teacher, my 6 th form guide and mentor, 

and genuinely ‘good bloke’). It is amazing 

that two ‘Old Scabs’ are still in the same 

educational establishment. 

Harvey Pickup lives in Perth, 

Western Australia – they lost the 

Ashes, you know!! He hopes to try to 

attend the 2011 Dec reunion. He forwarded 

the following: 

Harvey Pickup(1963-69) 

I arrived at SBHS at the beginning 

of second form when my dad was 

transferred in his work from Derby to 

Scarborough. It seems somewhere in 

the inter‐ school communication my 

IQ was mis‐diagnosed so I spent the 

rest of my years at SBHS trying unsuccessfully 

to be as good as some highly 

intelligent kids who all ultimately 

went off to Oxford or Cambridge. 

Thanks to Messrs Davidson (Maths), 

Davies (aka. Doz) (German), Pitts 

(Economics) and Watson (Bob, form 

teacher and mentor), I did finally make 

it to Warwick University and never 

looked back. Although I did attend 

some lectures by Germaine Greer! 

I have many lasting memories of 

SBHS but perhaps the most enduring 

is of a fifth form (or was it lower 

sixth) school dance at Woodlands 

with SGHS and the Convent when 

some of the reprobate characters realising 

that my carnal knowledge was 

somewhat lacking for my age, fixed 

me up an encounter with one of the 

more mature SGHS attendees in a car 

parked discreetly 

at some distance from the school 

hall. How many people had been in 

that car that night I dread to think, but 

despite the fact I never saw the said 

girl ever again, my life suddenly took 

on a new dimension. That’s mates for 

you. 

I played first XV Rugby and was 

in the School Tennis team. I also remember 

being selected to represent 

SBHS in the North Riding cross country 

after most of the front runners in 

the qualifying race got bogged down 

in snow drifts on Hay Brow and/or 

stopped for smokes, so basically anyone 

who finished was selected, if 

memory serves me. I was also house 

captain (Arnold) and played understudy 

to Chris Garner who was the 

school head boy. 

Where am I now Perth, Australia 

and have been for 35 years. I run my 

own chartered accounting practice 

specialising in forensic accounting and 

court expert work. I have two daugh‐

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ters (28 and25) and a son (11), the latter 

being a final attempt to have one 

rugby player of the next generation in 

the family. He shows promise, but of 

late has been more interested in his 

cricket in the sure knowledge that 

there will be a few vacancies in the 

national team for many years to come! 

I hope to make it back for either the 

2011 or 2012 reunion and trust any Old 

Scabs visiting these parts will call in 

and say “hello’’. 

Post scripts…. 

Chris Garner (1963-69) 

He spent 7 years of his life in Kuwait 

and Bahrain working for Kuwait Oil, 

the UN and as an adviser to a Minister 

and member of the Royal family in 

Bahrain. Runs a consultancy company 

and is big in Rotary International. 

Roy Moor has written two number 

one hit singles..... for the Sri Lanka 

charts! Still playing along! Younger 

brother 

Barry (Baz) Moor has lived in the U.S 

but has seen a lot of South America. 

George Sheader coaches cricket in 

Israel to both Jewish and Arab children. 

(Probably should move to Australia 

to help them out!) 

RUMINATIONS OF ONE 

OF THE 1946 INTAKE 

Phil Clarke (1946-54) 

writes … 

The pinnacle of my achievement at 

SHSB was at my initial interview in 

the School library. Joey and some 

other adults were there, and the first 

questioner remarked what a smart tie 

I was wearing. ʺYesʺ, I replied ʺit’s my 

fatherʹs best tie and he has lent it to me 

for today.ʺ They all laughed and I am 

sure thatʹs why I got in! 

What a fortunate generation we were. 

Too young to be in the Second World 

War, old enough to receive a free 

Grammar School education after 

passing the 11 plus, and then on to 

University with a means tested maintenance 

grant and no university fees 

to pay. After all this, we had a choice 

of well paid jobs on graduation and 

good pensions. 

My theatrical career at School started 

and finished as one of the daughters 

in The Pirates of Penzance. A cotton 

wool bust for the occasion was made 

by my mother, but the highlight for 

me was Mr Perry playing the part of 

the Police Sergeant and singing ʺWe 

run them in; we run them in because we 

are the bold gendarmesʺ. 

References to “school eye tests” in Vol 

60 perplex me as I donʹt recall any. It 

was only when I had an eye test at the 

age of 45 for a Private Pilotʹs License 

that I learned that one of my eyes was 

short‐sighted and the other longsighted. 

No wonder I could never hit 

a ball well! 

A couple of memorable moments:‐ 

‐ Hearing Mr Costain play The 12th 

Street Rag with great dash and energy 

in a music lesson. He also made the 

porridge at Robin Hoods Bay camp ‐it 

was really good ‐ the Porridge I mean. 

‐ Meeting Hinch. in Peasholm Park 

soon after we started school with an

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attractive lady on his arm (certainly not 

his grandmother).I doffed my cap to 

him, and to this day I donʹt know who 

was the most embarrassed. At any rate 

he did a good job getting me through 

English Language O Level. 

Where are some of my contemporaries 

I keep in touch with Geoff Taylor in 

Scarborough, but what has happened 

to Peter Philpot, Brian Forster, Keith 

Shaw, Philip Dalby and John W H 

Doar, to name a few 

In the North Riding, 20% of 10‐11 year 

olds went to a Grammar school. In 

Lincolnshire and Northumberland, 

there were only grammar school places 

for 10%, whilst in South Wales it was 

30%. So letʹs thank our lucky stars that 

we were brought up in the North Riding 

of Yorkshire and educated at Scarborough 

High School for Boys. 

ADDED VALUE 

Mike Mansfield (1952-60) 

writes…. 

The expression “added value” is often 

used to promote some marketing ideal 

today, but how many of us realised particularly 

at the time that it was just what 

the High School for Boys gave us all 

those years ago. I left School in 1960 

and went into hospital pathology spe‐ 

At the Scarborough OSA Christmas Dinner 2010

cialising in Endocrinology 

(hormones to 

the less well informed.) 

In those 

days the science was 

just beginning and 

the pill was the latest 

thing. School and the biology lessons 

together with some mathematics and 

woodwork did not immediately link to 

my chosen career. Only now after five 

years post retirement do I fully realise 

the added value the School gave to me. 

Forty five years with and not on steroids 

allowed me to travel to meetings 

in Mexico, India and America to present 

research and to spend time working 

in labs in Bologna, Italy and Paris, 

France. I was not a straight from University 

to my chosen profession as I 

had only more modest “A” level qualifications 

but ‘tene propositum’ School 

had said. I stuck to my purpose and 

acquired my final exam in Chemical 

Pathology followed by a Fellowship by 

thesis for which I was awarded the 

Sydney Mann medal from the Institute 

of Medical Technology. 

In 1972 I registered for a PhD at 

London University but although all the 

research was completed but owing to 

my supervisor being tragically killed in 

Italy, I did not get to submit the thesis 

for a whole number of complicating 

factors, not least being the length of 

time it took to get it written up and a 

new supervisor appointed. This was a 

great disappointment to me at the time 

but not anymore as it did not hamper 

my later career. 

The added value for me was the 

ability to suffer these hard knocks as I 

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had done so on the rugby field as a 

very poor player not good enough for 

team selection, and through my feeble 

attempts at learning German with Billy 

Binder. No chess for me only the 

dreaded űbungen, German exercises that 

Bill drew from the textbook ‘Sprechen 

sie Deutsch’ which we dreaded he used 

in detentions. These and many similar 

experiences gave me the qualities with 

which the High School passively immunised 

one. These are not the qualities 

that are the ethos of the school but 

are hidden at the time and emerge later 

when you require them. They are indeed 

added value. They allow you to 

succeed when you may not think it is 

possible. It is always achievable with 

perhaps a little more effort. I treasure a 

letter sent to me by Mr Marsden after I 

had informed him of my getting a job 

in London, stating that he always knew 

I would struggle. How right he was. 

He knew the added value had been 

given and that all would be well in the 

future, –– and so it proved! 

THE DINNER ET AL 

By Peter Dawson 

(1950-58) 

I very much enjoyed 

the Dinner last 

month at the Rugby 

Club. At first I was 

dismayed to find 

only 3 names on the 

table list of 1950 

entries‐ including 

mine. Barry Beanland was the only one 

I remembered of the two. However 

David Eade introduced himself, and

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David Hepworth ( 1951) of the Dene 

was on the next table. Freddie Drabble 

enjoyed poring over the old photos 

I’d brought of the school camps. 

So instead of being tucked up in bed 

in my B and B on West Street, I didn’t 

get back till well after midnight! Just 

before the dinner, I had finished reading 

Frank Binder’s book “ Sown with 

Corn”. It was a brilliant read and a 

very perceptively and sensitively 

written account of life in Germany in 

the 30s. I strongly recommend it to 

all‐ not just Old Scabs. 

Well, your appeal for more copy and 

seeing old friends again , got the few 

remaining grey cells working overtime. 

So here are a few notes for consideration 

under the heading of 

SPORT. (Not one of my strong points‐ 

I was an ornithologist first). 

1. Everyone remembers the film‐ 

Chariots of Fire. The Scottish Lord’s 

Day Observance sprinter, whose 

name I cannot remember, missed out 

on a Gold for the 100 yd because the 

race was held on a Sunday in the 

1920s Olympics.( He eventually became 

a missionary in China and died 

in a Japanese prison camp of meningitis). 

So instead he entered the 440 yd 

and ran it like a sprint, with arms 

flailing‐ and was never breasted”. In 

the 50s, Ruskin had few good athletes, 

but in the 440 yd we had one. Name 

‐‐entry 1949 or 8. He ran it at a furious 

pace and by 300 yd was at least 50 yd 

up on his nearest rival. Then inevitably, 

as his ATP levels fell and his lactate 

levels rose, he got slower and 

slower but always came in first, 

though it was a close run thing. 

2. Ruskin’s greatest sprinter was undoubtedly 

John ( Lemm) Brinkler. 

With his long legs and beautiful action 

, he was a joy to watch. His final 

burst of speed over the last 30 yd of 

the 100 yd race left great rivals like 

Ridley and Motteshead several feet 

adrift. 

3. In the mid 50s the Duke of Edinburgh 

scheme for encouraging track 

events came on stream. The idea was 

to get as many kids as possible just 

attempting to exert themselves and 

points were awarded in three categories 

for any event. The lowest was for 

an “ average ability” ( my level) then 

came the “ superior “ level, and finally 

the “ Victor Ludorum” stuff ( 

Lemm). Lemm was very dedicated to 

raise the maximum number of points 

possible for Ruskin House, despite 

the meagre potential available to 

him. In this respect, I think he got us 

to the top of the house tables. So it 

was that he made me cycle up the 

Mount after school one evening just 

to get me running the 440 for a couple 

of points. He was very encouraging, 

but could not hide his disbelief that I 

could not keep up with him when he 

was only in idling mode. I was quite 

content with my 2 points. 

4. Most of us cycled up to the Mount 

playing fields‐ the alternative was 

walking. In those days, most bikes 

were 2cd or 3rd hand‐ few could afford 

new ones. By dint of saving my 

hard earned pocket money, I bought

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an old full frame bike from one, Michael 

Waring. Michael was a College 

lad, 2‐3 years older, who lived on 

Peasholm Drive.( He later became a 

Methodist Minister). His father was 

big in the gas board and had a CAR. 

This strange machine‐ the bike‐ ( 

bought for 15 sh‐ my mother maintained 

I was robbed) was painted red 

and had a back pedal brake. The only 

other brake was a totally ineffective 

short bar front brake. The back pedal 

was brilliant‐ but suffered one near 

fatal disadvantage‐ the chain often 

came off. After sports day, one year, 

the pedestrians cut down a path 

through the top wood, and the cyclists 

kept to the road and the first descending 

hairpin. On the approach to the 

walkers regaining the road and crossing 

it in a bunch, the inevitable happened 

and the chain came off as I hurtled 

towards them at 25 mph. Speechless 

in panic and fear, somehow I 

squeezed through a tiny gap and no 

one was injured. The bike was rapidly 

changed! 

5. Playing truant in the 50s was almost 

unheard of. But in about 1956, 

Scarborough FC were doing well in 

the FA cup. They had drawn a game 

against Selby and the replay was an 

afternoon game at the Athletic ground. 

Passions were running high. Two or 

three of us took the afternoon off and 

stood on the terraces to cheer our team 

on. The teams were deadlocked with 

out scoring until a few minutes before 

the end, when strangely, Brolls ( our 

R. winger) exchanged places with 

Bowman ( the inside R. ). This was 

unheard of‐ every one still played a 

5,3,2 game and you knew your place 

on the field. Bowman centred and 

Brolls headed into the top R. hand 

corner of the net. Scarborough’s further 

progress was short lived‐ York 

knocked them out in a tightly fought 

game in the next round. I think York 

went on to the quarter finals. 

FIRST TORRIDON CAMP 

1954 

Peter Dawson (1950-58) 

writes…. 

1954 ‐ my first Torridon Camp. Graham 

Thornton in foreground, with old 

boy and mountaineer, Mr Tinkler and 

Mr. Dutton rear right. (Photo next 

page bottom). It was a long slog to get 

there. We would set off in the afternoon, 

changing at York, then Edinburgh 

and overnight to Inverness arriving 

about 5 am. We were always 

amazed that the good burghers of this 

neat little town were out at 6 am washing 

down the pavements in front of 

their shops. Then it was the slow train 

to Achnasheen, where hopefully the 

goods wagon we had packed with the 

tents etc. the week before had already 

arrived. Those of us on porter duty 

loaded a local lorry and promptly fell 

asleep on it as it bumped its way the 

20 miles on a single track road to the 

campsite. The rest came by the Achnasheen 

bus. 

— The Achnasheen bus. The camp 

site was next to this road in a small 

stand of pines bounded by the stream

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flowing down to Loch Torridon. We 

were surrounded by wonderful red 

sandstone and quartzite bouldertopped 

mountains. Beinn Eighe was 

quite a slog clambering steeply over 

boulders rather than on a good path. 

Poor Mr. Liddicott had to give up half 

way. I only reached the top because 

my mates fed me with sweets ‐ thereafter 

I became the “Spangle Kingʺ. This 

was the first time I encountered the 

effects of hypoglycaemia. I still climb 

the Munros but take a snack every 

hour to keep the blood sugar up! Joey 

Marsden, who had come in his car, 

heard about this and I was terrified 

that he would stop me walking. But 

after that first day, I was into my stride 

and coped easily. 

After the camp I was asked to write it 

up for the school Mag. The highlight 

had been when we climbed a steep 

gully shrouded in mist and a warning 

yell came from above. A rock the size 

of a head hurtled down. Fortunately 

no one got in its way. Mr. Dutton 

had this episode removed from the 

text on the grounds that it might deter 

parents letting their boys come on 

future camps. Nowadays it might 

have lead to a court case against the 

Master in charge! How times 

change, and not always for the better! 

AROSA/INNSBRUCK 

CAMP 1959 

The Editor 

Having discovered twelve pages of 

contemporary letters home to my doting 

Mother on the Arosa / Innsbruck 

camp of 1959 my initial thought was 

here was perfect material to touch the 

memories of the many who attended 

and to enliven this issue of the Magazine, 

albeit that we seem to have suffered 

almost a surfeit of camping rec‐

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ollections recently. Rereading them 

after 51 years however, they proved to 

be somewhat disappointing, and principally 

represented a continual series 

of “whinges” (did that word exist 

then) about the rain, the state of ones 

bowels, the streaming colds, and how 

expensive everything was in Switzerland 

(A lemonade at 1 fr. 20‐ nearly 2/‐ 

) 

I am conscious also that my experiences 

were infinitely less interesting 

than the more earthy reminiscences of 

Messrs Bowman and Gridley in the 

May 2009 Issue, not, in my then shy 

naivety, having discovered the nubile 

and pneumatic foreign female delights 

which presented themselves to 

the more worldly wise on the very 

long train journey. Sleeping 8 to a 

carriage on the rack the seat or the 

floor was all that I can recall. What we 

do have in common was remembrance 

of the rain, by the bucketful, particularly 

during the second week in Arosa, 

to the point where even the requisitioning 

of wood shavings from a 

nearby yard was not enough and some 

of us were temporarily moved to a 

Youth Hostel. 

The initial week at a relatively civilized 

camping site outside Innsbruck, 

with all mod cons, including shower 

blocks, was both civilized and enjoyable, 

with mixed but very warm 

weather, and Austria proved to be a 

much cheaper and friendlier place 

than Switzerland during the second 

week. A couple of mountain walks 

/climbs provided some excitement , 

including one behind the camping Site 

which involved the use of ropes to 

navigate a missing rocky path, and 

briefly made us feel like genuine 

mountaineers. 

Another recollection is of Les 

Brown, fussy as ever about the fagging 

and reluctant to lead any major 

expedition, confining himself to local 

walks and his apparent and his surprising 

ignorance of German imposing 

quite a burden on the German scholars 

accompanying him. 

The Second week in Arosa was, as 

they say, something else! A very attractive 

setting, but appreciably higher 

and colder, and our introduction by 

way of unpacking and assembling 

distinctly soggy tents presaged a week 

of particularly foul weather, wet feet, 

colds and what may tactfully described 

as the gripes. Several tents 

were so awash to the point where the 

wood shavings strategically placed 

under the groundsheets were prayed 

in aid, but even this, and the digging 

of drainage channels away from the 

tents failed to stem the flooding. 

Some 18 of the worst effected of us 

spent a night in a local Youth Hostel – 

what luxury! Notwithstanding the 

weather, some walking and climbing 

was done, and, in Arosa itself, National 

Day was celebrated with a spectacular 

firework display. 

Interesting to those who had never 

previously been abroad however, and 

I suppose our trials and tribulations 

could, with hindsight, be regarded as 

“character building.”

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WHO ARE THEY 

Either connected with the Association, 

the Magazine, well – known or otherwise 

notorious!! No prizes for guessing 

— this is not Lobby Lud (remember 

him), other than (at the discretion of 

the Editor), the insertion of an equivalent 

picture of any winner in School 

uniform at the time in a future issue!! 

—and entries or complaints from those 

appearing in the Rogues Gallery will 

not be accepted. All date from the 50’s, 

and all may be now embarrassed by 

this “Remembrance of Times Past” — 

though with some there may still be a 

certain resemblance. The absence of 

others on the hit list is solely due to the 

limited memory of the Editor, and not 

to bribes, threats or other pressures 

exerted on him not to display more of 

his contemporaries and semicontemporaries! 

No liability accepted 

however for mis‐identification and 

readers are welcome to submit other 

mug‐shots to the hit list! 

1 2 3 4 

5 6 7 8 

SCARBOROUGH’S 

HEROES, ROGUES AND 

ECCENTRICS 

Whilst this article is not intended to 

represent advertising, even unsolicited, 

Dr. Jack Binns’ book “Scarborough’s 

Heroes Rogues and Eccentrics” presents 

an interesting array of characters from 

the recent and more remote past of the 

Town which may be of interest to Old 

Boys with an interest in local history 

and of whom at least two or three have 

a connection, direct or indirect, with the 

School. Jack, who is well known to 

many Old Boys, both as a prominent 

local historian and as a Master at the 

School from 1962‐73, and subsequently 

was head of History at the 6 th Form 

College until his retirement in 1992, is 

the author of the comprehensive History 

of Scarborough which has previously 

been referred to in the Magazine 

and which includes reference to the 

history of Education and of Westwood 

in the town. 

As Jack freely points out, any compendium 

of characters of this sort is 

inevitably very selective. Not mentioned 

is the Old Boy and writer Leo 

Walmsley, who has previously been 

mentioned in the Magazine in May 

2003 and who travelled by train to the 

School each day from Robin Hood’s 

Bay, around which many of his novels 

were set, and there are other old boys 

who, perhaps if not heroes, could be 

regarded as rogues or eccentrics at least 

and over whom it is perhaps best to 

draw a discreet veil.

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The writer Storm Jameson, Head 

Girl of the predecessor Municipal 

school, once so well‐known and celebrated 

, but now almost forgotten, has 

been previously featured in the Magazine 

(November 2007 ) is given a significant 

place, as is her local contemporary 

Winifred Holtby, (not a pupil of 

the School but its close neighbour 

Queen Margaret’s and referred to in the 

November 2009 Issue) In respect of 

Storm Jameson an addendum to the 

previous article has emerged from the 

following extract by Melvyn Bragg in 

his “In our Time” Newsletter last No‐ 

vember:‐ 

‐‐‐“And so to King’s Cross and to 

Leeds. It’s a little ironic that I’m going up 

to Leeds, as Chancellor, to take congregation 

for the second time, when students 

from Leeds and other universities are occupying 

a part of London to make their case 

about the student grants. But one of the 

things I’m going to do is open a new building 

of about 500 rooms for student accommodation, 

to be named after Storm 

Jameson. She studied at Leeds University, 

got a First, and became a novelist and active 

socialist, pacifist, part of the Women’s 

Movement, a tremendous force in the 20th 

century. She died in 1986. I wish I’d met 

her, just to talk to her. She had the same 

post when she was at Leeds University as 

my wife’s mother. It’s also fascinating that 

although a serious pacifist (her brother had 

been killed in the First World War), when 

Hitler came in she abandoned her pacifism.” 

Sir John Wilson, tragically blinded 

by an explosion in the School Chemistry 

Laboratories when a 12 year old 

pupil in 1931, and who went on to devote 

his life to the care, treatment and 

welfare of the blind and handicapped, 

and received numerous Honours in 

deserved recognition of this, is also 

celebrated. His extensive obituary appeared 

in the Magazine in May 2000. 

Other Old Boys assuredly have 

claims to fame, or perhaps even infamy, 

and, subject to the laws of libel, 

could perhaps appear in future additions, 

if not of the book, of this Magazine! 

GEOFF WINN 

(1949-56) 

Profile of our new President elected 

at the 2010 AGM – (The following is 

taken from a potted biography of Geoff. 

first presented as one of a number of 

profiles of Committee Members in 2003 

together with a few updates) 

“My first schooling was at Hillside 

(now The Cask pub) from 

where I moved on to Lisvane Prep. 

School. The 11 Plus was passed at 

ten and I duly took my place at 

SBHS in lA. I must admit to having 

enjoyed school, but having set off at 

the top of the class, work seemed to 

become harder and other interests 

were a bit of a distraction! However, 

I did manage to pass sufficient 0 

and A‐levels to get to University. 

Perhaps that was the forte of the 

School we all attended. 

Whilst at school, I suppose my 

main sporting interest was cricket, 

but I was always aware that there 

were other things in life. I did not 

want to follow the path set out by 

my father, who lived and breathed

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Scarborough Cricket Club for over 

fifty years to the exclusion of most 

other things. I played for all the 

school age group teams, mainly as a 

left arm spinner, culminating in the 

1st XI in the first year Sixth only to 

be demoted to the 2nds in my final 

year! I also recall the evening games 

we had against local village teams as 

members of the Mart Regan XI. 

There were some very good young 

cricketers spotted in the school playground 

who played in the team, 

thus allowing their talent to blossom. 

Nowadays political correctness 

and a desire to shelter them from 

their elders would presumably not 

allow this to happen. 

Having completed school, I 

moved on to Leeds University to 

take a B. Com (Accountancy) degree 

course. I was not alone at Leeds as 

there were several other ex SBHS 

pupils there ‐ Cedric Gillings, Bill 

(George) Kendall, Dave Pulsford, 

Dave Goulding, John Tennant, 

Bransby Croft, Peter Youle, etc. I 

played cricket for the University ‐ I 

must admit the standard was not 

very high ‐ and football for the Economics 

Society. 

In 1959, after obtaining my Degree, 

I went to London in a very hot 

August to embark on three yearsʹ 

articles and sample the world of 

work, starting on the princely salary 

of £400 per annum. I recall that we 

were given luncheon vouchers of 

fifteen shillings a week part way 

through the first year which were 

tax free and you could get a lunch 

for 2s 9d in those days! I managed 

to qualify as a Chartered Accountant 

in 1962 and, unlike most other SBHS 

students who had got away, returned 

to Scarborough. 

I took over my Fatherʹs small 

practice in late 1962 and decided 

that I had to go for expansion. Another 

practice was bought in Scarborough 

and a further office in Bridlington. 

In 1969, I merged with a 

larger firm which was based mainly 

in Hull, but which also had Scarborough 

and Bridlington offices. We 

then had seven partners and six Plc 

audits. The latter proved somewhat 

difficult to defend against the large 

firm predators, and so it was decided 

in 1973 that a merger with one 

of the big firms was necessary. I was 

not keen to move away from Scarborough 

and so took back the Scarborough 

and Bridlington offices and 

an office in Market Weighton and 

commenced again as a sole practitioner. 

Chris Found joined me shortly 

afterwards. I retired in December 

2003 having completed 41 years in 

practice. 

On returning to Scarborough, I 

continued my cricket career with 

Scalby, then Cloughton from 1966 

when I married and lived in the village, 

returning to Scalby when we 

moved back there. I also continued 

to play hockey ‐ a sport I had taken 

up in London, presumably influenced 

by the matches that we used 

to play on the beach in my latter 

years at SBHS against the SGHS ‐ 

initially at York and then for Scar‐

orough. I thoroughly enjoyed both accommodation for the elderly in 

sports, but sadly gave up early because 

of the travelling and the 

that time.” 

demands 

of parenthood! Badminton 

for a time and skiing to this day took 

over. Latterly I have succumbed to 

golf at Ganton with other OSA 

members such as Paul Gridley and 

Richard Hutton and famously good 

non OSA member Barrie Dean. You 

may recall the photograph in the last 

edition when we entertained Ray 

Bloom. Outside office and sporting 

interests, I was a member of Scarborough 

Round Table for fifteen years 

and a member of Rotary for nearly 

30 years until my club did the unforgivable 

and introduced female members! 

I have also been involved with 

the Institute of Chartered Accountants 

as president of The Humberside 

and District Society in 1991/2 and 

served on the National Council from 

1995 to 2003. 

Locally, I was a director of the 

Scarborough Building Society from 

1984 to 2005 and was chairman for 

eight years from 1994 to 2002. Sadly 

the Society lasted only a further 

three years before falling victim of 

the credit squeeze and, maybe the 

absence of any remaining local nonexecutive 

OSA member directors! I 

was a director and shareholder of 

Belvedere Hospital until it was sold 

against my wishes to BUPA and 

subsequently closed by them. I have 

also been involved with a charity, 

Scarborough Flower Fund Homes 

for thirty eight years and Chairman 

for the past twenty five years. We 

have managed to build 84 units of 

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WESTWOOD 

Several articles have appeared in 

the past on the current use and potential 

fate of Westwood, and at the time 

of last enquiry in 2008 it was understood 

that the Yorkshire Coast College 

were likely to cease their educational 

use by moving to new premises, and an 

uncertain, possibly housing future lay 

in store, redeemed only by the protection 

afforded by its listed status. The 

College are however still very much in 

occupation however, its current prospectus 

extolling its virtues as follows:‐ 

“Access to Musicʹs partnership with 

Yorkshire Coast College at Scarborough 

began in 2004. The school of Performing 

Arts is located in Scarborough town centre 

next to Tesco. The building is Grade 2 

listed and is dedicated to the College’s entire 

arts related provision. Westwood has 

parking to the rear and benefits from being 

located within a short walk of the main bus 

and train stations. 

New accommodation includes a music 

technology suite and dance facilities The 

Centre has a dedicated tutor team of professional 

musicians with direct experience of 

the music industry.” 

Recent further enquiry of the College 

has resulted in a very helpful letter 

from the Principal as follows;‐ 

“The building continues to be home to 

our Performing Arts, Music, Fine Art and 

Costume Design courses. There are no 

immediate plans to alter this. In 2007, I 

understand that College was set to have a 

new building which would have meant the

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relocation of these courses. However, due to 

other issues the new building did not go 

ahead. It is an interesting building which 

is much loved by staff and students. Should 

you or members wish to visit please do not 

hesitate to contact me. 

(Photo below) 

DAVID FOWLER 

David, as former 

President of the Association, 

Editor of some 

13 issues of Summer 

Times, and even now 

responsible for the 

technical wizardry 

which supports the 

layout of the Magazine and an invaluable 

voice to whom I can turn when my computer 

runs amuk is shown in an additional 

new light in this extract from 

“Connection“ magazine of Autumn 

2010,‐‐ the journal for retired Barclays 

Bank employees, recounting his authorial 

talents, which will be of interest to members 

of the Association –Ed. 

“Life beyond Barclays” 

“Since leaving Barclays in 1994, 

David Fowler has turned his hand to 

reviving a family tradition of writing. 

He has already published two books 

and is on track for a third. Why Should 

England Tremble will be based on 

funny anecdotes about English life 

A snowy scene of the Westwood school taken in December 2010

from the general public. David is asking 

for your contributions towards a 

chapter that will take him back to 

his days at Barclays. 

David Fowler always believed he had 

a book in him. With a grandfather who 

was a writer, he felt sure he must have 

the talent for penning a tale in his blood. 

Yet it took retirement and a heart attack 

to change his path from banking to the 

more creative line of writing and publishing. 

David, now 72, retired from Barclays 

in 1994. Just two years ago, he had his 

first book published and set up a publishing 

company specialising in small 

print runs. Heʹs the first to admit that 

this late change of direction came as a 

surprise. 

David was 17 when he joined Barclays 

as a Junior Clerk at Scarboroughʹs 

Falsgrave Road Branch in 1955. 

Following his two years of National Service, 

he returned to a branch in Bridlington 

and started to build his career within 

the bank, becoming Assistant Manager 

in Scarborough, then Manager at Driffield, 

before his appointment as Branch 

Manager at Malton, North Yorkshire. 

Upon retirement, David moved back 

to his hometown of Scarborough and 

was involved in local organisations and 

charity work, but it wasnʹt until 10 years 

later, when he was offered a new lease of 

life following a heart operation, 

that he decided to add editor and designer 

to his list of interests. 

The inspiration for his first book 

came from the building that his family 

moved into in 1995 — the former Prince 

of Wales Hotel on Scarboroughʹs Esplanade. 

David discovered that, during the 

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Second World War, the Prince of Wales 

Hotel had been requisitioned by the government 

for RAF aircrew training, along 

with many other large Scarborough 

hotels. 

Further research into Scarborough 

and the surrounding area during the 

war years led to Davidʹs first book, God 

Bless the Prince of Wales, being selfpublished 

in October 2008. The book is 

about the seaside town in wartime and 

the memories of the RAF crew who 

trained there. A friend then suggested 

that he write a similar book on National 

Service. 

David had been called up for National 

Service in 1957, after he had been at 

Barclays for 18 months. His second book 

National Service, Elvis and Me! takes a 

historical but light‐hearted look at the 13 

years of peacetime National Service during 

which more than two million men, 

mainly teenagers, were called up. The 

memories of about 60 ex‐National Servicemen 

are preserved in his book, 

along with his own first‐hand report 

of his encounter with Elvis Presley, 

who was doing his National Service with 

the American Army at the same time. 

Having published his own two 

books, David formed Farthings Publishing 

with his business partner, Ren 

Yaldren. With both of them working parttime, 

David concentrates on the technical 

side of producing books while Ren interviews 

clients who have nothing on 

paper, and records their memories, 

from which she types a draft for their 

approval. 

David said: ʺOne of the problems 

faced by new writers is that large publishers 

are only normally interested in

previously published authors. They al;so 

have to be virtually certain a book will 

take off as they need to recoup the hefty 

upfront expenditure.. The advantage 

Farthings has is that it specialises in short 

print runs and can 

even give a reasonable 

quotation 

for having just 

one copy produced.ʺ 

David has 

found the learning 

curve involved 

with moving 

into publishing 

interesting 

and challenging. 

He likes to maintain 

a good 

work/life balance, 

spending 

two days a week 

working and then 

meeting up with 

Ren separately to 

put the books 

together. 

He is now researching his next book, 

with the working title of Why Should 

England Tremble He said: ʺThis time I am 

looking for memories from the general public, 

which will dictate the format of the 

book. I am planning to include a chapter on 

banking, for those of you who have amusing 

incidents to recount.ʺ 

David is looking for remarkable, 

humorous, amazing or terrifying memories 

on any topic, with the only condition 

being that they are true. “ 

(So far as Old Scarborians are concerned 

David has however perhaps been pipped at 

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the post in relation to our own stories of life 

at School, though by way of plug for Summer 

Times, I am sure there are still further 

anecdotes of life at School out there waiting 

for the clarion call for a future issue! –Ed.) 

WHITHER THE FUTURE 

Jim Goodman (1963-7) 

writes… 

Regarding the appeal in 

ʺSummer Timesʺ November 

2010 in respect 

of the necessary funding 

to ensure the future of 

our Magazine, perhaps 

the Committee 

might like to consider my thoughts. 

Firstly, the Magazine is the only 

way of communication with the members 

en bloc and, unless it follows what 

seems to be the technological way of 

the world nowadays i.e. is issued 

by way of email or the website then it 

must continue in hard copy. This is by 

far the preferred method in my view as 

how many would sit in front of the 

computer for hours to read it — Very 

few. 

I fully appreciate that some members 

will have drifted off the scene and 

are probably no longer traceable, others 

will have unbeknown to us evaded the 

obituary column where a mention 

would have been due. These factors 

will, as Chris Found correctly says, 

result in a degree of wasted production 

costs and postage and whereas some of 

these members may have moved home 

and simply forgotten to inform the sec‐

etary, others will have simply lost interest. 

I could name names. 

The influx of new members is falling 

and will continue to do so as we all 

continue the process of ageing, the newest 

possible member will now be in his 

50ʹs, the oldest in his 90ʹs and as the top 

of the tree is lopped further and further 

there are fewer and fewer branches 

growing below. The OSA will eventually 

die a natural death probably in 

about 20 years time by way of natural 

wastage as Old Boys and masters are 

plucked from the conveyor belt of life 

and membership dwindles. I wonder 

what level the membership will fall to 

before the Committee decide to call it a 

day 

I believe that we must try to balance 

the anticipated income needed to see the 

OSA to a conclusion and I very much 

doubt that donations from the current 

appeal will go very far towards achieving 

the necessary income for even the 

forthcoming year and it immediately 

tells me that we will see a similar appeal 

in the years to come. 

Although we all paid a life membership 

when we joined the OSA, personally 

I would have no objection to paying 

a further nominal annual subscription 

which would produce two contrasting 

results. On the downside it would most 

probably ʺfrighten offʺ the semi interested 

parties who maybe donʹt even 

read ʺSummer Timesʺ but this could 

also have a positive spin‐off in that we 

would see a more accurate picture of 

how many copies need to be printed 

and distributed. On the plus side it 

would ensure the funding needed to 

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continue with ʺSummer Timesʺ indefinitely. 

Ed. Jim raises a number of very valid 

points, but hopefully the success of the 

recent appeal will now enable the Association 

to keep the wolf from the door 

for some little time into the future, provided 

material for the Magazine keeps 

coming in! 

“FRIENDS FOR LIFE” 

by Alan Hickman - SBHS 

Woodlands – (1963-69) 

Nostalgia is undoubtedly an affliction 

of the aged. It seems to begin when 

one day you suddenly realise that there 

are more days behind you than lay 

ahead, and you start reflecting on the 

days of your past which appear as little 

snapshots in pictures & sound ‐ distant 

memories of ‘those good old times’ 

when youth, love of life & hope for the 

future were all consuming. Our teenage 

years were probably the most happy & 

formative, not just inside school but 

outside it as well. Young lads entering 

adolescence and onwards into early 

adulthood. Thrown together by chance 

in the early 60’s, sharing the school environment 

that was Scarborough High 

School for Boys at Woodlands; bonds of 

strong friendship were formed that survive 

to this day. Our group centred 

around a bunch of pupils who were not 

necessarily sharing all their lessons together, 

but who sought out each other’s 

company in breaks & after school because 

they had similar interests, a 

shared wit & sense of humour 

(predominantly sarcasm which we practised 

on each other with stinging effect), a com‐

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mon appreciation of certain types of 

popular music & bands, sports & a general 

agreement aboutwho were the best 

looking girls in town, etc. 

You’ve heard of Enid Blyton’s Famous 

Five & Secret Seven; well we 

were the Erudite Eight (we didn’t call 

ourselves that or anything at the time ‐ I 

just made it up!) These 8 pupils at the 

core of our group were : David ‘Dave’ 

Ward, Mike ‘Mully’ Mulvana, Barry 

‘Baz’ Moor, Alan ‘Hick’ Hickman, 

Norman ‘Norm’ Davies, George 

Sheader , Richard ‘ Rick’ Sheader & 

Steven ‘Steve’ Wright. There were 

other boys who were attached more 

loosely to this group including, Mick 

Waterhouse, Mel Hogg, Phil Cook, 

Dave MacDonald, Geoff Knock & Ian 

Scott, to name but a few. It took a couple 

of years for the group to coalesce, 

but from 1963/64 onwards, these 8 lads 

at the core of this group, and save for 

periods when one or other of us was 

detached by the focus on a girlfriend, 

were more or less inseparable outside 

of school ‐ mooching around town together 

on Saturday afternoons, visiting 

coffee bars and listening free to tracks 

from music albums in Rowntrees record 

Dept on the top floor, plus Bernard 

Deans on St. Thomas Street & the 

one on Huntriss Row (all sadly gone 

now); all in the pretext of buying which, 

due to our general larger publishers are 

mainly interested shortage of funds, we 

hardly ever did. 

The Odeon as it was in 1970 

Why not Advertise in 

Summer Times 

Summer Times is published twice a 

year and is mailed to around 700 

members, world wide. Additionally, 

the magazine appears on our web 

site in colour. And the prices to advertise 

Full page outside back cover £70 

Full page inside covers £65 

Full page inside £55 

Half page inside £35 

Quarter page inside £20 

Details from: 

Chris Found, ‘Pinewood’, SILPHO, 

SCARBOROUGH. YO13 0JP 

E‐mail DeeFound@btinternet.com 

Phone 01723 882343 

Saturday nights were often spent at 

the pictures at the Odeon or the Capitol. 

One trick we regularly pulled was 

to pool our funds so that one or two of 

us would pay the entrance fee whilst 

the others waited outside the emergency 

exit doors, which in the case of 

the Odeon, were round the corner & 

just beyond the telephone boxes on the 

left of the picture. The two who paid 

took their seats & when the lights 

dimmed, one would go to the lower 

lobby toilets and quietly open the

emergency exit doors to let the others 

in! 

They would go to the gents and 

then one by one trickle into the main 

hall & take scattered seats, regrouping 

together at the interval. The money 

saved was then frittered away on hotdogs, 

popcorn & fizzy pop ! Bearing in 

mind this was long before the days of 

CCTV & door sensors ‐ you couldn’t 

get away with it now, but we did then ! 

South Bay Swimming Pool ‐ before 

the diving boards were installed. 

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by H W Smith has been filled in & is 

lost forever. Sheer hooliganism ! 

As 15 & 16 year olds, Sunday 

evenings were a highlight of the weekend 

for all of us. We would all get 

dressed in the latest fashions & meet 

outside the Wimpy Bar, a famous rendezvous 

point down the years. From 

there we would make out way to St. 

Peter’s Youth Club which was first located 

on St. Nicholas Street in the upstairs 

rooms that later became the Penthouse 

Night Club. 

Here we would listen to live music 

produced by local bands such as the 

Incas and the Mandrakes (fronted by 

Allen Palmer ‐ fellow pupil at SHSFB, later 

to become better known as the international 

star ‐ Robert Palmer, sadly deceased). 

In the summer and on fine days, 

Sunday afternoons were often spent 

down at the open air South Bay Swimming 

Pool beyond the Spa, which we 

much preferred to the one at the North 

Bay. There, along with swimming, diving 

& sunbathing under copious applications 

of oily Ambre Solaire (which was 

no protection at all and little more use that 

applying cooking oil !) we would regurgitate 

the jokes, freshly embedded in our 

minds from listening to Radio 4’s Sunday 

Lunchtime shows including the 

likes of Round the Horn, Al Read, 

Navy Lark & Ken Dodd. Sadly, this 

wonderful pool built in 1915 for £5,000 

Later, St. Peter’s relocated to premises 

adjacent to the Market Hall but it 

was just as good. It was mostly at St.

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Peter’s that our first girlfriends were 

found, chatted up & danced with. 

Mully was a particularly influential 

character for all of us. It was he that got 

the first Saturday morning job working 

as an assistant on the red & white 

Mother’s Pride bread vans that eminated 

from Wrays Bakery behind Prospect 

Road, delivering fresh bread and 

cakes in its fleet of vans, not only in 

and around Scarborough but as far 

afield as Whitby to the North, Bridlington 

to the South & York to the west. 

Eventually, and one by one, Mully got 

Saturday jobs for all 8 of us with 

Wrays. Typically, we would get up & 

roll in to the bakery at around 4am. The 

first job was to help the driver load up 

& check that the load was what had 

been ordered. There was then some 

sub‐assembling of individual customer 

orders on the wire trays. With that 

complete, off went the van with us lads 

in the passenger seat. Arriving at a customer’s 

premises, it was our job to 

jump out and open the rear doors 

whilst the driver checked the customer’s 

order which he called out. Our 

job was then to quickly find the items 

and reorganise the trays, then to push 

them forward on the racks for access 

from the ground. The job of carrying 

the trays into the customer’s shop was 

generally shared between the driver & 

the assistant. As the morning unfolded, 

cups of coffee were offered by customers 

and at some point the driver’s favourite 

breakfast halt was reached. It 

was standard practice that the driver 

bought breakfast. Depending on the 

round being a distant or local one, arrival 

back at the bakery could be anywhere 

from midday to 2pmish. Here, 

the driver would generally give his 

assistant unwanted bread & cakes to 

take home, that would otherwise have 

gone for swill. Pay rates were pretty 

good and it was this Saturday money 

that funded our week‐end activities. 

Later, but not much later, we must 

confess to being under age drinkers. 

There were certain pubs (no names ‐ no 

pack drill) that turned a blind eye and 

we were able to buy cheap beer & lager 

at least 12 months if not 18 months before 

we were legally entitled to. In 

those days, Watneys Red Barrel was a 

favourite ‐ wonder whatever happened 

to it 

This modest embibement of alcohol 

at week‐ends (we restricted it to Fridays, 

Saturdays & Sundays) certainly gave us 

plenty of Dutch Courage with girls we 

fancied, without which our shyness 

would not have enabled us to be so 

bold. Later, as we turned 18, we were 

able to enter all the licensed premises in 

Scarborough. Amongst our favourite 

haunts were : The Toby Jug, The Silver 

Grid, The Pavilion Vaults, Theatre Bar 

Royal Hotel. By this time we were also 

visiting the many night clubs that Scarborough 

had at that time ‐ The Penthouse, 

Hairy Bob’s Cavern, The Candlelight, 

The 2B’s, Scene 1 & Scene 2, 

etc.; where we saw & heard all the famous 

rock bands of the day. 

Reading all this back to myself 

makes me wonder how we ever managed 

to focus on our school studies & 

achieve good results at O & A Level ‐ 

but we did !

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Left: Theatre Bar – Royal Hotel 

Right: L to R : Dave Ward, Alan Hickman, 

Norm Davies, Mike Mulvana, Rick 

Sheader, Phil Cooke, Dave MacDonald. 

In 1969, after A Levels, we all went 

our separate ways with some going on 

to colleges & universities and some not; 

but we all kept in touch with each 

other. Today, we are scattered with us 

‐ Steve Wright, who died of a brain 

haemorrhage in Australia in his 30’s 

whilst working in the record business. 

The rest of us are currently located as 

follows: Dave Ward ‐ nr Derby, Mike 

Mulvana ‐ Wakefield, Alan Hickman ‐ 

Ross‐on‐Wye, Norm Davies ‐ Scarborough, 

Rick Sheader ‐ York, Baz Moor ‐ 

Florida USA, George Sheader ‐ Beersheba 

Israel. 

Down the years, the invisible rope 

that bound us so closely together then, 

has been inevitably ‘stretched’ somewhat 

and today the friendships are 

stronger with some than with others. 

However, down the years, we’ve attended 

each others marriages, milestone 

birthdays and we’ve had several 

reunions. One such was at Norm Davies’s 

40 th birthday in November 1990 

in Scarborough, some 25+yrs on from 

when we first formed our friendships. 

Note that all present are proudly moustachioed, 

reflecting the ‘Follicle Fashion’ 

of the day ! 

Today, the arrival of the Internet, 

email & Social Networking sites like 

Facebook are enabling our circle of 

friends to keep in regular contact. More 

recently, these lifelong friendships are 

being renewed with ‘face‐to‐face’ contact 

through our attendance at the OSA 

Dinners. Many thanks for that ‐ long 

may it continue. 

THE NORWAY CAMP 1960 

The Editor 

The Norway Camp in 1960 has been 

previously referred to in Summer 

Times, with its millpond atmosphere of 

the crossing on the good ship Venus 

from Newcastle to Bergen overnight, 

enlivened by an impromptu late night 

sing‐song on the deck, which, given the 

close smelling diesel fumes from our

tiny cabins in the bowels of the ship, 

was by far the most comfortable venue 

for the voyage. The first sight of the 

hundreds of islands which constituted 

the Norwegian coast as we slowly 

nosed in the sunshine to Bergen was an 

unforgettable experience, as was the 

port itself, with the ancient harbour side 

of Hanseatic League houses and the 

cable car trip up to our initial accommodation 

at the Floyen Youth Hostel 

(apparently since burnt down many 

years ago) As a holiday home it certainly 

beat the usual primitive camps 

and sanitary facilities, and the attached 

not very good photograph shows some 

of our number parading outside, overseen 

by Joey in tweed jacket and grey 

flannels. 

A cultural visit to the lakeside home of 

the composer Grieg and a walk round 

Mt. Floyen were followed a day later by 

a short rail journey to Mjöllfell, another 

civilized Youth Hostel and small community 

in the high country north of 

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Bergen, with good weather and rambling 

rather than climbing. 

A highlight was then the journey past 

major waterfalls on the funicular Flam 

Mountain Railway, incredibly steep and 

hugely picturesque. Flam itself was in 

the heart of the fjord country, with, once 

again, a Youth hostel which was luxurious 

to those of us accustomed to digging 

(and precariously using) latrines 

on other School camps. In good 

weather the fjords were a magnificent 

setting, though in winter gloom they 

would have a very depressing and 

claustrophobic atmosphere. After several 

days hiking, a trip down the Sogne 

Fjord brought us back to Bergen for the 

return voyage to Newcastle. 

All in all, a very civilized camp, not a 

tent or latrine in sight! (Photo next page) 

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TRIVIA — PUNS FOR THOSE 

WITH A HIGHER IQ 

Those who jump off a bridge in Paris 

are in Seine. 

A manʹs home is his castle, in a 

manor of speaking. 

Dijon vu ‐ the same mustard as before. 

Practice safe eating ‐ always use condiments. 

Shotgun wedding ‐ A case of wife or 

death. 

A man needs a mistress just to break 

the monogamy. 

A hangover is the wrath of grapes. 

Dancing cheek‐to‐cheek is really a 

form of floor play. 

Does the name Pavlov ring a bell 

Condoms should be used on every 

conceivable occasion. 

Reading while sunbathing makes you 

well red. 

A bicycle canʹt stand on its own because 

it is two tired. 

Whatʹs the definition of a will (Itʹs a 

dead give away.) 

She was engaged to a boyfriend with 

a wooden leg but broke it off. 

If you donʹt pay your exorcist, you 

get repossessed. 

FARTHINGS PUBLISHING 

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SCARBOROUGH YO11 2QB 

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