National Geographic : 1962 Jul
way, officer!" and "Good work, constable!" We left the scene with a feeling that Brit ain's sensible people retained their staunch adherence to the cause of personal liberty. As final exams neared, we threw ourselves into a last turn of bookworming. Two days of ordeal, then-freedom! (We were lucky at that: Future ISA students would be required to have completed a year of college, and their tests would be correspondingly harder.) Only a week was left. We spent those pre cious days on a tour of England's rural south. The ISA, class of 1960-61, assembled for the last time for dinner at the Prospect of Whitby, which claims to be the oldest river side pub below London Bridge. For once the group was subdued, as memories of our eight months of adventure came rushing back. I shut my eyes and the neon brilliance of Tokyo's Ginza glittered before me; I fancied I smelled again the pungent scent of drying 126 Twilight wraps the Houses of Par liament, whose lights glow above the Thames. School and travels over, students pause below Westminster Bridge for a goodbye to London. Union Jack atop Victoria Tower flies when Parliament meets. Big Ben at right marks the hour. Ave atque tale! A bespectacled scholar at Harrow bids John Hendry hail and farewell in Latin. Chartered in 1571, the boys' school near London requires students to take entrance tests that demonstrate a knowledge of _ ~ both Latin and French.