how I wished she'd fall off her bike in front of the Science Master, who I think she had a crush on, or his burner would set fire to her hair, or something, wicked girl!! I first fell in love with Percy Booth the Art Master, he had a real "bob on himself" but to me he was a Greek God personified & I'd do anything to make him notice me, but if he did I'd be tongue tied & go scarlet, wonder if he's dead now, silly girl. The Singing Master was a little charmer too, but strict & he made me sing in school concerts or in front of the class & I'd die a thousand deaths in case I made a boob There was another girl in my class — Nellie Cain — & she later sang on radio, became quite well known, but she was an only child & much better off. Ah! the pangs of childish envy, how they hurt Nothing's worse than the sensitivity of childhood. Don't get me wrong love we younger children weren't starving poor by any means & according to some were quite well offf in their eyes, but to me we were still poor. I'm ashamed to say it now, but as I got into early teens, ashamed of being so. To be continued.