My depression deepened and I thought how very different all this was from my own childhood schooldaya apent in warm, sunny Georgetown (British Guiana), There, in a large rambling wooden schoolhouse, light and cool within, surrounded by wide, tree shaded lawns on which I had romped with my fellows in vigorous contentment, I spent rich, happy days, filled with the excitement of learning, each new little achievement a personal adventure and a source of satisfaction to my interested parents. How did these East London children feel about coming to this forbidding looking place, day after day? Were they an eagerly excited about school aa I had been when a bo