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summary - My father was in the UK between 1928 and 1931 working at his Ph.D in the University of London. He had taught history at Government College, Lahore. One day the professor, who was his guide, complimented him on his work. My father was so pleased that he decided to splurge a bit. He went to an expensive tailoring emporium on Saville Row and ordered a suit for himself. He was pleased with the result and wore that suit, with pride, for many years. Fifty years later, in 1978, I attended an international teacher's programme in France, and from there, my wife and I proceeded to London. Despite the enormous increase in the price of almost every thing, I decided to visit Saville Row and ordered a suit for myself, as my father had done

decades earlier. I will not name the establishment, which I located after some effort. I walked in with a feeling of trepidation but was determined to go through with my resolve to order a suit. The shop's interior was a model of subdued elegance. The dapper gentleman, Mr. Robinson, who greeted me, was dressed in a dark suit and was affability itself. He seated me in a comfortable chair and asked me what he could do for me. With some hesitation I mentioned my father's name and the fact that he had a suit stitched in 1930. The man smiled, said he would be back shortly and disappeared inside. He emerged 15 minutes later, still smiling, and told me he had been successful in locating my father's order in his books. I was impressed and told him of my desire to have a suit made for myself.​

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