H. P. G. Shaw (Emmanuel) and M. J. Quarmby, having completed their university studies in comparative seclusion, also leave us. We can supply no report of their activities or intentions. Our only assumption is that Shaw's editing of "Light Blue" and Quarmby's scooter allowed them to lead a social life far removed from our own. May Week was composed of the usual ingredients plus a film company to add variety. Perhaps when "The Freshman" appears on our screens some further O.P. activities will come to light. Practical jokes, too, were a large feature of this final week. However, we are glad to report that the disappearance of Silver Street Bridge had the full consent of the City Council and is only a temporary measure. We wish the School every success, and assure you that we remain, Sir, Yours sincerely, THE CAMBRIDGE O.P.s
"BULLY-BEEF FAINEANT" I suppose I could call this "How to See France on Ten Pounds", though a more accurate title would be "How to See the French on Ten Pounds", as I have seen far more of the French (though probably less of France) than the average tourist does. After leaving School in December, 1957, I was faced with nine months with nothing definite to do before entering the University, and I made up my mind that it was high time I went abroad, as this was something I had never done and as I think that French is a subject which, unlike little children, should be heard rather than seen. But all I could muster was £10, and it was obvious that I should have to find work in France, if I wanted to last out more than a few days. However, this is not so easy as it sounds and none of the countless letters I wrote to all kinds of organisations and firms yielded more than a mimeographed "We regret . . . .", if indeed they took the trouble to reply at all. By April I was desperate, and finally, on 2nd April, I stuffed my £10 into my pocket, an assortment of clothes into a bag, and set off into the blue. I reached my relatives' place in London after a hair-raising lift down the Al with a commercial traveller whose speed was 70 on the straight, 69 on the bends and 55 in speed limits. Since I had spent only five shillings so far, I indulged in the luxury of a train to Folkestone on Good Friday and crossed to Calais by steamer on the same day, landing with about 7,500 francs (then worth £6 5s. Od.). 98
