| There's a
ditty, popular among servicemen of WW2, about the
quartermaster's store and which was often
tunelessly 'vocalised' in the backs of
three-tonners with blacked-out headlamps
returning to barracks or, under a whiie-hut sun,
leaving clouds of sand over unpaved desert
tracks. The chorus commences, "My eyes are
dim, I cannot see, I have not brought my specs
with me.......... " Remember ? To forget or mislay one's
gig-lamps is a common enough occurrence. However,
when one becomes the servant of three pairs of
different optical formulae, the frequencies of
forgetting and mislaying becomes three-fold (or
is the increase perhaps exponential ?) and life
becomes a little more tedious From time to time,
a touch of strabismus only serves to add to one's
annoyance.
So it is with
regret that this must be the last issue of The
Old Prescotian for which your present editor will
be responsible. The chief purpose of the 'OP' has
always been to promote fellowship but
additionally to circulate news and reminiscences
among those witn interests in the School in one
or more of its several forms. It has become a
focal point towards which OPs of eight decades
have looked. Like its partner The Register, the
magazine has surely succeeded in bringing back
together old friends who have lost touch through
the years. In this way the tables at the reunions
have been more densely populated.
I must thank you
all for your encouragement and help during the
past ten years. I have benefited from your
fellowship. I shall miss your letters and the fun
and the interest which the Old Prescotian has
given me. From your comments, I know it has been
worthwhile.

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