I used the Ferry Bridge daily to and from School. The Rev. T.W. Beckett and Mr. Jeffcott, the Second Master, had each a few boarders. The former lived in the School House, the latter in Branston Road.

Mr  W.T. Jeffcott, B.A. (London), was second master. He taught French and also Greek to boys who intended to take Holy Orders. His classroom was “D” and his desk on the right-hand side of the doorway. Woe betide any boy who had the temerity to cross his platform in order to make a quicker exit. Beckoning the boy with a finger he would say: “You know what the Old Book says, don’t you? — Put off thy shoes . . . you know the rest. Well remember that platform is for me to use, and me alone. Understand?” — Yes, Sir.

Mr. James Mills’s classroom was “A”, where he drove into hard skulls the elements of Mathematics with dramatic energy. When sitting at his desk, he was apt to scratch — hence his nickname “Nitty”. A story is told of his absentmindedness. He went to London to sit for an examination and on arrival he simply could not remember the name of the hotel where he was to stay. It is said that he was apprehended by the police for wandering about and so spent the night in a Police Station. He often walked along curbstones of footpaths, and collided with lamp-posts which knocked off his felt hat. This very lovable man took Holy Orders in later life. The writer can speak from experience of the soundness of his teaching of Maths.