Much delight was shown by the populace at the artistic evolutions portrayed by these boys...Along the route through the various streets bunting and other decorations enlivened the scene beyond description...When the processionists arrived at the field, the sun shone out magnificently. After about 1000 children had been substantially fed, various sports and entertainments were indulged in. A stage had been erected where the children of Sutton Infants School delighted their hearers with a commendable performance. Miss Bickerstaffe played the harmonium for them most satisfactorily. 

 The most worthwhile person I have ever met? I am very fortunate because, of the world's 2,000 millions, I have met 2,000 of them. They are the 2,000 boys for whose education I was responsible during 40 years as a headmaster, a position I gave up with deep regret only a few weeks ago when I retired. When I bade good-bye to the last 200 of that gallant brigade, my heart was filled with pride, gratitude and the deepest emotion. As the years rolled on, I had learned far more from them than they could possibly learn from my carefully devised syllabuses. As a young man of 20, I left training college primed with an extensive knowledge of educational theory and practise. But in daily contact with my young charges, I soon found that the old concept of master and pupil needed revising or reversing if the daily task of advancing education was to be of advantage to my pupils with an assurance of my peace of mind. I soon realised that my-pupils were not a mass but a number of individuals with no two alike; that my job was not just to impose mathematics or geography upon John Jones but to teach him with sympathy and a clear understanding of his individual difficulties and his emotional background. In short, that my job was not simply to instruct but to educate spiritually and socially. This might demand of me greater effort and the burning of midnight oil, but the satisfaction of greater reward amply repaid the time and effort. In the classroom and on the playing field, the spirit of co-operation permeated all activities to the mutual advantage of teacher and pupil. In both spheres of operation, master and pupils learned some of life’s most valuable lessons - perseverance, patience and fairplay. The teacher, like Peter Pan, refused to note the passing years: the white haired schoolmaster was still a boy at heart who could safely allow his sense of humour full play without any loss of prestige. To those 2,000 boys, now widely dispersed, many of them fathers or even grandfathers, I am deeply indebted for the valuable lessons I learned from them and for the happy memories which will brighten my declining years. Those of the number who died in their country's cause always have a remembrance in my prayers. 

 The portion on the left corner was a class room and a stage and is where the church boys choir used to practice during the winter months. The choir master was Fr. Peter Paul, if I remember correctly. Next to the playground was the infant school, and then further left was the canteen.