Guys,
While we are on the subject of Anthony Burgess, known then to the students of MCKK
as Mr John "Burgess" Wilson, the Master-in-Charge of King's Pavilion in 1955. It was here,
at this Victorian Mansion that prompted him into writing.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthony_Burgess
The building was one that our team explored into when we did our exhibition on the early
Colonial Architect of our Federal PWD, between 1895-1914, Arthur Benison Hubback in 2014.
King's Pavilion was originally designed in 1904, as the Residence for the High Commissioner
to the Federated Malay States when visiting Perak, initiated by Sir John Anderson
(High Commissioner 1904-1911) who was responsible for its construction.
Two buildings had previously occupied this same site on Bukit Che’ Midah.
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Here's what our Team Member, Mariana Isa wrote:
" Che’ Midah or Long Hamidah binti Dato Sri Maharaja Lela Itam Muhammad Amin and her
wealthy merchant husband NakhodaTerang had sold her land to FMS Government.
Her traditional Rumah Kutai house was demolished in 1878 to make way for the double-storey
British Residency built for Sir Hugh Low (British Resident of Perak 1878-1889).
The Old Residency was demolished in 1904, and replaced with a Victorian building with
Tuscan columns and pilasters, designed by Federal PWD assistant architect AB Hubback
in 1904. Building completed in 1906 at the cost of $90,939 Straits Dollars.
Japanese Army occupied the building during W.W.2, where several prisoners were rumoured
to be tortured.
Vacated in 1937 when the capital of Perak moved from Taiping to Ipoh.
1950-1960, Used as Malay College Kuala Kangsar’s (MCKK) extra classrooms and boarding.
Known to MCKK as the King’s Pavilion, August 1954-May 1955."
This guy, Geoffrey Grigson has been pursuing research on Anthony Burgess and in You Tube.
King’s Pavilion
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There were good ghostly reasons for not wishing to stay in King’s Pavilion, but the real
causes for our dissatisfaction with the place were more mundane.
It was beautiful enough, an ample structure of the Victorian age, and the view from its
verandahs was sumptuous. It looked down on great trees and gardens tended by thin
Tamils drunk on todi or palm wine; beyond was the confluence of rivers; beyond again the
jungle and the mountains. But the gorgeousness of the vista was inadequate payment for the responsibility imposed
on us. We inhabited what was in effect a huge flat cut off, but not cut off enough, from the
classrooms and dormitories of the preparatory school. At the beginning of the school year
weeping Malay boys would arrive with their mothers and fathers, who would stay a night with
them and try to stay more, and prepare to be turned into sophisticated collegians.
When lessons were over the boys made much noise and pissed from their balcony into
the inner court, visible while Lynne and I ate lunch. If I railed at them they ran away. If I
entered their screaming dormitory they would drag out their prayer mats and howl towards
Mecca, knowing that their religious devotions rendered them untouchable by the infidel. They
called me Puteh, or white, and also Mat Salleh, or Holy Joe.
The other teachers of the Malay College could go to quiet houses on Bukit Chandan, meaning
Sandalwood Hill, when their work was over. Lynne and I had to cope with noise and responsibility.
It was literally a responsibility for life and death.
The garden was full of snakes, of which Malaya has a large variety, and a king cobra with a
growing family was much around King’s Pavilion during my tenure. Scorpions would get into the
boys’ shoes or beds and sting them bitterly. Hygiene was a problem, for the water supply was
erratic and sometimes totally failed.
"
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Upon sifting through the collection of images on what is left in my possession,
I stumbled on this one of1955 at King's Pavilion which relates to the above abstract.
I swiftly edit it so that the person I had acquired it from, would not realised where
I had gotten it. But it does validate to the above story, about one of the boys who
pissed from the balcony.
I knew that because I went the talk on "Anthony Burgess by Rob Spencer on Jan.14, 2008",
Burgess was his subject for PhD thesis.
And that, the culprit too admitted to it...
"abu was one of the little boys who cried at night missing their mothers and
(according to burgess) pissed off the balcony..." wrote his wife.
Refer these 3 blogs, (2 by Abu's wife...)
Herewith is that photo in1955 at King's Pavilion...
In the photo, seated in the middle is Mr JDR. Howell (Headmaster 1953–1958). On his left is Mr John "Burgess" Wilson.
The little boy, standing directly behind, and in between them, is "Abu", who entered MCKK at Standard 2 that year.
To the right of Mr Howell, I presume is Lynne, Mr Wilson's wife. And, next to her, the Malay lady, later married another
teacher, our Cik Gu Abu Zakaria, who was also the school's tennis coach, until 1968.
"Abu", or Abu Bakar bin Dato' Awang Ngah, Class of 64+65, is the longest serving student of MCKK,
having entered at Standard 2 in 1955 and completed his Upper Six Form in 1967, 13 years!
He was our MCKK Rugby Captain in 1967, as well as the Coach for the MCKK Under-15 Rugby.
Yea...hensem me standing second from right...kaki ayam, because the ruling by the
education ministry then, was "no leather-nailing studs" allowed! Adidas or Puma boots
were yet to be available or imported, otherwise beyond the students means!
Only custom-made were available, made locally at most kaki-lima..
We used to play with leather balls...
...timeless and elegant...
rosliali @ WooeR