Nobody has asked the question that I have lived with ever since
our glorious years at NSBHS. Either you all know, or it wasn't of
interest to you. Either way, I must ask, because I have told the
story at countless dinners over the past 40 years, concluding in
tears of laughter, though, on reflection, my guests' tears may
have been of pity.
On our muck-up day before the fabled week of "StuVac", by lunch
time Carnegie had almost blown his stack over numerous events at
school and the phoned complaints from Principals of nearby girls'
schools about our borderline terrorist morning's activities.
Clearly, Carnegie intended to shut down anything we had planned
for the afternoon. I recall that, immediately after lunch time,
with all other classes tucked away for the afternoon's three
periods, Carnegie lined up all 5th years he could find. He had us
with our backs to the wall of the building which bordered the
access to the main quad from the front of the main school
building. As he walked up and down in Sergeant Major fashion,
with nobody in particular the target of his tongue, he was
generally giving us all a dressing down and warning of what would
happen to anybody out of line that afternoon. Unseen by
Carnegie, but clearly seen by all of us for a full minute, a
two-person Elephant appeared at the front steps and strolled from
the front of the building, behind Carnegie and into the entrance
to the quad.
By the time the person in the head of the Elephant realised what
was going on, the Elephant was so close behind Carnegie as to be
able to touch him with its trunk. Every boy's eyes had been glued
to the approaching Elephant. Carnegie at once realised there was
something close to him that held such attraction for us that we
were prepared to risk a caning for not paying attention and
watching him when he was speaking. I was frozen in blind terror
because Carnegie was within grabbing range of me at the time.
Carnegie turned and saw the Elephant. I don't recall what
happened next. I'm blank! Maybe if I could finish the story my
guests wouldn't cry.
Could somebody please take up the story from here, including
identifying WHO WAS IN THE ELEPHANT. I can only assume it was two
girls from maybe Willoughby or NSGH who didn't recognise their
extremely risky situation, or who had more courage than they
knew, until it was too late. Or perhaps it was two of ours who
are now missing from our roll call, and who disappeared that day
in November 1961.