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Boys were always out to make the odd penny. In summer, coaches taking tourists to the sea passed through the village, and the boys used to call out, ‘Throw out your mouldy coppers.’ Boys fought each other for tuppence. One day I was set upon by four boys. On my return home, my father said, ‘Now you have met your Waterloo,’ and he treated my swollen eyes with raw meat.