As loving parents in the Victorian era, Mr and Mrs Bates we’re looking at options for a boarding school for there son.
Having done there research in a pre Internet age they selected a school and set off with their son and daughter to meet the headmaster.
Settled in the headmasters study, the gentleman arrived, an imposing figure, tall, broad showered sporting a bushy bread.
“Good afternoon head master, I’m Henry Bates, this is my wife Mrs Bates, my daughter Miss Bates, and my son Master Bates”
“Oh does he, we’ll soon put a stop to that here”