JAMES NORQUOY
11 October 1883 - 2 April 1917
At School 1895 - 1899
Capt 13th Middlesex Regt

THE HULMEIAN - July 1917
Captain JAMES NORQUOY, Middlesex Regiment, killed in action on April 2nd, 1917, was the youngest son of the late William Norquoy and of Mrs Norquoy, of Chorlton-cum-Hardy, Manchester. He entered the School with a scholarship in 1895 and left Midsummer 1899. He was on the Football, Cricket and Lacrosse Teams. He was an architect, having studied at the Manchester School of Art. On leaving School he joined the Volunteers, and held the rank of sergeant.He was also very keenly interested in the Boys Brigade, in which he was an officer for many years. Captain Norquoy was in the architecture department of the L. & N.W.R. in London when war broke out. Captain Norquoy joined the Royal Fusiliers in the beginning of September, 1914, and in November of the same year was gazetted lieutenant in the Middlesex Regiment.For some time he acted as signalling officer, and in November, 1915, was promoted captain. In February of this year he was slightly wounded in the hand, but remained at duty.From a notice by a friend in the R.F.C., which appeared in the Finsbury “Sentinel”, we extract the following: “The world will be the poorer by the death of James Norquoy, and many another brave spirits like his, but it will be the richer too – richer with the memory of men who were willing to sacrifice everything, even their lives, in the defence of country and principles. He was well read and fond of books, and it was at the St. James’s Literary Society that I first met him. He was not a quick speaker, but his contributions in the discussions were always full of thought and originality. His essays, however, were very clever, and for one of these he won the Leone Levi prize – a much-coveted distinction among London Presbyterians. Our last impression of him is as a short, active figure of quick intelligence, a great conversationalist who could talk well on most subjects. There was a certain amount of reserve in his nature, but his disposition was sociable. His friendship was sparingly given. Those he counted as friends were privileged for he was a true friend. One never knew him to be angry, his temper was very equable. Now he has gone the memory of his friendship will be all the more fragrant, because of that great act of sacrifice with which he has crowned his life.”