Bishop Cotton Boys' School is an all-boys school for boarders and day scholars in Bangalore, India.
The school is named after Bishop George Edward Lynch Cotton the son of an Army Captain, who died in 1866. He was a scholar of Westminster School, and a graduate of Cambridge. In 1836 he was appointed Assistant Master at Rugby by Doctor Thomas Arnold, one of the founders of the British Public School System. It was the young Mr. Cotton who is spoken of as 'the model young master' in Thomas Hughes', Tom Brown's School Days.
The school is bordered by Residency Road, St.Mark's Road, Lavelle Road and Vittal Mallya Road, and is spread over 14 acres (57,000 m2) of land in the heart of Bangalore.
School heads in the early days included Rev. George Uglow Pope, Bishop Herbert Pakenham-Walsh, Rev. Pettigrew, Canon Elphick, Rev. Iowerth Lowell Thomas & Mr. A. T. Balraj.
Notable alumni (Old Cottonians) include William Leefe Robinson, Colin Cowdrey, General K.S. Thimayya, Dr. Raja Ramanna, Brijesh Patel, Philip Wollen, Nandan Nilekani and Gopal Krishna Pillai.
The sister school Bishop Cotton Girls High School is located across the street on St. Mark's Road.
Read more about Bishop Cotton Boys' School: Origins, The School Song, The Houses, Academics, Interschool Games, Heads, Competitions, Old Cottonians
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