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To be selected for the School Rugger team meant you became the blue-eyed boy of rugger-mad Dr G. E D. Lewis, the Headmaster. You were the crème de la crème, could do no wrong and were entitled to all privileges, that sort of thing. So, beneath a recruitment poster that promises a "rosy future for those selected", pupils of all shapes and sizes, including even a female, endure all manner of indignity for glory and fame. (Seladang, Sept. 1960) |