And so it turned out to be. Numerous students materialised from everywhere and the hamburgers couldn't be burned fast enough to satisfy their gree..., young appetites. Droves of students swarmed around the West Wing hoping for a good meal and a break in the relentless educational indoctrination.

To increase the attraction even further, some loudspeakers were rigged up. They were connected to a guitar of a singularly ferocious temperament whipped on by a singer capable of more volume than talent. In other words, the din was so terrific that the gastric complaints of the packed diners was but a slight accompaniment to the terrible notes issuing from the loudspeakers. Or, to put it another way, most people enjoyed themselves, munching their food and listening to some favourite tunes played at an adequate volume.

To fully comprehend what follows, you must understand the geography of our locality. The West Wing has only recently been built and is a hefty stone throw away from Main Street and the Court House, separated from both by a large building and an enormous 15 foot wall, which was built 100 years ago so that two old ladies could go to church unobserved by the rest of the town's population. If this sounds unlikely to you, be aware of the fact that it sounds unlikely to most of us as well. But times change, as indeed does the average height of walls as well as the irresistible allure of old ladies.

All this came to a sudden, and unexpected end when a police car appeared out of nowhere. Several embarrassed looking officers searched the area for a responsible person in charge. Everyone hoped that they would arrest the geography teachers, who had arranged all this, and they nearly did. Once they had established the chain of command, they delivered the following message:

"The magistrate in the court-house wishes it to be known that he can't hear himself think because of the terrible racket, and that unless the din stops immediately, he is going to cancel the afternoon's session of his court."