Monty Fox writes: "At last the mighty 2E of 1958 features. Other than Blake's and mine, I haven't seen any 2E memories in email. Could it be that our 2E brothers are in gaol, otherwise detained, are Skase-like living on a Greek island, or have developed such social conscience as to have expunged or repressed those memories? Wonder what that says about us? Some time ago I sent you [Ron] a detailed memory of the 2E explosion ofthe powder Blake mentioned. I didn't see the email in which you circulated it. Maybe you didn't do so, perhaps too inflammatory, ho ho. Some of Blake's remarks stirred memories. I'll cut them into his text. Blake: The brown/purple powder that was left in a dry pile on the class teacher's desk that when touched by the chalk box or ruler would explode. Monty: This was the basis of my major 2E memory, possibly because of the terror I felt when urged to throw my ruler onto the desk when Arthur Henry was delivering his French lesson diatribe, and I knew not what would happen when the ruler landed midst the grains of purple powder. Except that it would be spectacular, and that I would probably die in the process or aftermath. What was the powder, and how to make it, please? B: Gozz balls of chewed paper that were plastered on classroom ceilings from mortar like ruler deliveries. M: One day I stayed back in a Science lab (at the start of lunch) after observing 40 minutes during which, with ease and impunity many of my classmates delivered multiple gozz balls to the ceiling. I was determined to blast up my first ever gozz ball, but wanted the security of an empty room. There's nothing like misplaced confidence to bring your plans crashing down! After working up a biggie and blasting it to the roof, I noticed the feared Mr Moulton, in his academic gown, watching me from the doorway. I spent many hours thereafter cleaning that ceiling with a long broom and standing on the bench to get extra purchase on long-dried projectiles. I recall observing that many of them had literally become part of the ceiling, not just glued themselves on, such was their velocity and/or the superb qualities of the gozz used in creation of those wondrous missiles. B:" Grunt, grunt, grunt" riots in 2E Friday afternoon French classes. M: I am amazed that anything untoward happened in Arthur's classes. I recall that we were very quiet in French periods, though generally planning something for a less threatening teacher. I don't recall riots in French. Perhaps it wasn't in '58. Please remind me. B: " Urging" in tuck shop queues. M: Was this the "shoving up" crushing of the queue from the back, accompanied by rowdy yelling? B: The Milk or was it Milo, tennis exhibition on the tennis courts near the rifle range that featured a young Shore boy by the name of Newcombe. M: It was "Milo". And the Coach with Newc was Adrian Quist. I was in the crowd, stealing as many balls as came my way. B: The tram ride over the Bridge to attend the Classic film "Ben Hur" M: I guess this was a riot of classic proportions. I don't recall being there. Could this event be retold in detail? It is likely the stuff of legend. B: The noise of the jaffas rolling down the aisle of the Independent Theatre that forced the actor John Farson to stop mid soliloquy to admonish the audience attending a compulsory Shakespearean performance. M: Some years later, when I was teaching in a Catholic secondary school, a colleague and I took several male classes to the Independent for a Shakespeare workshop. We occupied the entire upstairs. As a comment on a delayed start, my battalion stamped feet in unison, nigh to demolishing the entire upper floor. My event featured mightily at the next staff meeting, generally to the effect of "never again" and other compliments!" Lindsay Black writes: "Tim Green is one of the "missing 56". He operates a construction company in Queensland. His email address is: timg@bmd.com.au. Business address: 25 Cambridge Pde, PO Box 197 Manly QLD 4178 Phone: 07 3893 1511" Keep em rolling in.... Regards, Ron