To the fifth formers of Britain's silver-spooned Forest School in Snaresbrook, Essex, Christopher Youngs, 15, seemed too shy to be a leader, too dull to be a dormitory rogue. As a matter of fact, the boys called him Bumblie. But last week old Bumblie had suddenly come into his own. He had some smashing news, he told his classmates one dayand off he went to see Headmaster Gerald Miller.
"Sir," said Bumblie, "I have just learned that I have inherited a preparatory school from my uncle." Headmaster Miller nodded his head, but did not...
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