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enthusiasm to the classroom as he did
to the games field, and his enthusiasm
carried you with him. I was lucky to be
up to him in MP2. One day he came
up to books with a batch of novels and
proceeded to toss them around the
room. The book that landed on my
desk was Mister Johnson by Joyce Cary.
It was the first novel I ever read, and it
filled me with interest and wonder. As I
later became an English teacher, I credit
Hubert with fostering in me a love of
reading.
As housedon he encouraged the
Trantites in everything they did. At
Preces the boys filed past him, which
meant that he saw every boy every day
and asked them how they were getting
on. Beneath his vigorous and extrovert
manner lay a generous spirit, eager to
praise any accomplishment that reflected
an interest equal to his o