Hot Water for the Famous Seven

A bunch of mischievous renegades in Form 1A, foxes all of them, with outrageously bushy tails to boot, have the radioactive cheek to gallivant about Sacred Heart College calling themselves the Famous Seven. As if that is not mortifying enough, these arrogant little confederates have the tendency of threatening and even bringing down time-tested and firmly established college rules, regulations and procedures with reckless abandon. The little rascalsMozarts in football and streaks of lightning all of themeven have the effrontery to provoke retribution by belting their seniorsthe semi-foxes of Form 2, in a rousing football encounter. But, when the Famous Seven break bounds and sneak out of campus, going after the most eloquent of all infernos, Bamanga Njuma of the Fifth, conveniently decked in his fathers army garbspivishly borrowedthe principal of the college, Brother Hugh McGregor Jones, blows his top. Enough is enough, the principal bellows with stentorian alacrity