Author's Note: My father often observed that a certain type of individual was a product of the elite private schools of Ontario during the late 1930's. The graduates would arrive at OCS Brockville with a sense of entitlement that only a Sergeant-Major could knock out of them. Father claimed their contrived English accents and manners often were more British than the British. He would know. He was born in Battersea, London, a product of the public school system. To that end, I have tried to recreate that manner in this story. I suspect it still exists today.