Baggy Pants and milk bottles
I first arrived at Herberton from New Guinea in Feb 1962, all bright and shiny. My good mother, God bless her, had kitted me out in new clothes. All especially Taylor made by our local chines tailor for school down south. As I was to be away for 10 months my mother had the clothes tailored, with adolescent growth in mind
Once all dressed and decked out in my new school uniform. What a site to behold
The shoes were so large that it took great fist fulls of news paper to stuff and pad the inside of the shoe so as to hold them on my feet. I cold only shuffle as if I were to lift my feet, the shoes would shorly fall off. We often parted company. They looked like black wooden Dutch shoes.
The Shorts! Well. They would be in fashion now with the skateboard set. They came well down below my knees, with bulk and ample internal space to match. I was well air conditioned.
The shirt! Large billowing fold making large sails The sleaves rolled up tight as they would roll. Still did not clear the wrist so they were pulled up the arm, adding to the billowing sail effect.
The whole ensemble was quite (no words come to mind) at only 5ft tall I had been dressed in clothes that a 6ft person could grow into. I have not grown sine except for some horizontal growth. I eventually sold the cloths to a student that was really that tall and broad to match. He came from Dutch New Guinea during the Indonesian transition. I bought new cloths from Jack & Newells with the proceeds.
Now being so unique and standing out from the crowd it was not to hard to be focus of attention.
At the start of day we had an assembly, raising of the flag and the national anthem was sung. Followed by the compulsory health giving drink of bottled milk. Often already curdled. We all stood in line and at attention and sang the national anthem.
God save our gracious Queen (Pop, Pop.) Long live our noble Queen (The Milk is already In both left and right pockets) God save our Queen ( the milk is now flowing down the legs) and on the anthem goes and so starts Rods school day.
Tall Tale