A mother looking for a school for her son has a strange request. By a new writer to us.
By Ricky Richards
It was a late June morning in 1956 and John Jackson, Headmaster of Westwood School, was feeling contented. The term was coming to an end, only Speech Day to get through, and applications from parents who wanted to send their sons to his school looked very promising. He had interviewed several prospective parents already this week and was sure they had been impressed. There was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he called, and his secretary, Mary Fitzpatrick, a very slight and demure 25-year-old, entered.
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