"Please, mister, I fahnd it."
"But that's the Salvatorian School cap!"
"The Salvatorian School cap."
"Never 'eard of it."
"Anyway you can't ... "
Here Fagin's boy took to his heels and the conversation ended.
Once when watching my favourite football team - Crystal Palace, about twenty five miles from
Harrow, I saw the School cap on the head of a small boy. I. was flattered to think that 'my'
team could have drawn a supporter all that way, until I learnt that the said small boy was
spending the Easter at the house of friends quite close to the ground and that he. had come
to the match because - "I had nothing better to do!"
Have you ever seen the School cap on the head of a cow? .I did once in Stafford market. At least that was my first impression. The animal was waiting restlessly to be driven into the compound to be auctioned and through the crowd the familiar green and black seemed to be moving this way and that with the movement of 'Daisy's' head. A closer inspection revealed the presence of a Middle School boy standing close to the cow,. enjoying a front rank view of the parade and the auction. As I did not want to spoil his holiday I did not make my presence known.
Yes, I have seen the School cap in the strangest places. Conversely, I have not found it where I would expect to find it.
Some boys are loath to wear it; some older boys do not want to wear it; some I know need not
wear it. Junior boys with unruly, uncombed and. unmanageable hair NEED it; their seniors have
learned to use some controlling device of some kind. They lavish upon their hair all the care
that a mother lavishes upon a new-born babe. Like Raphael and Leonardo da Vinci, with brushes
in hand they endeavour to create a work of art by making the care of their hair a labour of
It may be that our seniors are already thinking ahead to the near future when they will be "something in the City", dressed in black bowler, with black coat, striped trousers and newly-ironed and furled umbrellas. Perhaps they might take kindly to the compromise of a black bowler with a .red and green band to replace the cap so recently lost. Black bowler, old School tie charcoal trousers, swinging scarf - so attired Seniors and Prefects would be gazed. upon with awe by the minors, with amazement by the middles, with respect by bus conductors who would call them - "Guv" -and the tone of the School would be improved no end.